After posting our Afternoon Adventure of the crowded bus in Jinan, my brother sent me an interesting email. Forty+ years ago he served an LDS mission in Sao Paulo, Brazil. Adding to our bus adventure he wrote:
"Nothing like 20-hour humid, raining bus rides in Brazil...standing all the way...with Gauchos holding their chickens and goats...and smoking their cigarettes...tobacco rolled in corn husks...and no bath for 2 months..."
I'm sure bus rides have greatly improved in Brazil by now. But, what a memory to have. I prefer mine, thanks.