In Class 7, all the cool kids used to sit at the back, and, you know, feel cool. I was one of the weird ones. In class 8, our bus was called Helicopter, because it had blades at the top. I think. And I would sit at the front and fall asleep during the 2 hour trip home. Fast forward to now, when I am expanding my travel resume to, you know, outside school. Buses in Kenya really suck. They cannot and should not be done. Matatus are in an atrocious state. Anyway, this post is about the best and worst ways to travel.