17/02/2012 That fucking smell!

I know a lot of the time I write about are the horrible bus journeys taken around south America, this is because I often begin writing whilst on the bus. While I often exaggerate the experiences telling you it is unbearable whether it is bumpy, windy roads, smells and people - what I am experiencing now isn't the worst journey but by far the worst smelling.
Let me set the scene, I'm sitting beside the window that can't be opened, beside a woman who's 4 year old has certainly shat herself with 2 teenage boys behind me kicking my seat clearly without their shoes because I could find them with sense of smell alone and someone has vomited at the front of the bus.
There is another hour on this bus journey and all I want some unspoiled air, I'd even make do with the carbon monoxide filled air of the capital city of Bolivia, at least that doesn't make me gag in my seat. One more fucking hour! any longer ill be joining that fella at the front of the bus. But this is Bolivia and bus journeys are never close to their scheduled arrival times and to think I paid extra for this bus sporting windows that doesnt open; I could not be more uncomfortable right now - this is my best description of the smell:
"a sour body odor infused rotting carcass stench with a whiff of damp soiled diaper a pair of infinitely used weathered boots filled with rotting dead skin unrecognizable due to fungus and mold topped off with whatever is the foulest stench you have ever come across in your life".
Arrrgg!