About noon, we got stuck, only this was more serious. The rear axle broke, and we did not have a spare. We got out while the driver assessed the situation. We ate lunch and rested. As we got off the bus, the bottom step (that had been over two feet above the ground) was now level with the sand. The track for the bus was that deep! I remember lying down in the track and realizing that I was invisible to anyone a few feet away since the track was deeper than my body.
While waiting for an axle, we found thorn bushes to sit under for shade. We ate some of our food, drank water, and eventually found sufficient cover to serve as a “comfort stop.” As the afternoon progressed and the sun set, the women migrated back toward the bus. We had become a very chatty group by this time; small trials of this sort often bring strangers together.
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