The following is a guest post from writer & graphic designer Maria Gotay. Maria quit her job and is backpacking across Southeast Asia, documenting the journey for DJO.
I was sitting upright, half asleep in a Xanax-induced slumber, when I felt the bus lurch.
I shook the sleep away and came to.
It was sometime between night and morning, darkness surrounding our vehicle on all sides, the only light pouring into my squinting eyes the flashing Bollywood music videos on the LED screen ahead.
Although the space beyond the bus was pure black, the bus rocked unevenly and I could feel our proximity to the edge of something.
The Darjeeling Express tumbled violently forward, tossing me into my seat neighbor, a wide-eyed boy who looked equally frightened.
The horn blared five times in a row as we swerved around a very steep corner and the terrifying reality that I might die on this bus hit me hard.