Traventure v. the combined acts of adventure and travel.

This weekend on the road we had a traventure. And it was good. I had the privilege of being ripped off by an anti-american bus station ticket agent, just in time for the opportunity of a lifetime of waiting for my night bus back to Rio for an extra few hours as the original bus got in an accident and another needed to be sent in our direction. During this time a kind, and very talkative elderly man decided that he really wanted to tell me all of the childrens stories that he had written, and even gave me a four page hand written story about an elephant and monkey with lice that couldn't go to the party because they refused to wear fancy clothes. I'm sure it would have been oh so much more interesting if i wasn't struggling to stay awake. When the bus finally arrived, i decided to use the genetic super power reserved for Dickinsons to sleep on one of the winding-est roads ever. (or at least between Ouro Preto and Rio de Janeiro) because of this unfortunate delay, we hit trafic in the wee hours of the morn and barely made it to work on time to throw on some semi-clean wrinkled clothing from our backpacks to teach. Yes our return home was surely a traventure.