Bus ran into a bull

Yep. That is right. On the exhausting ride from Montanita to Guayquil and then from Guayaquil heading to Cuenca we ran into a bull. The front of the bus got smashed with the imprint of an animal, we swerved into a curve, almost flipped, and came to a halt after the fuel tank started leaking. Everyone got off and stood next to the leaking bus as people from all over town came to look at what must have been the most exciting thing to have happened in a long time. Cars were stopping, people were waving, and I was just wanting to be going to Cuenca. Finally another bus came to pick us up, but that bus wasn't any better. The entire bus ride from Montanita to Cuenca was supposed to be 7 hrs max. Instead, it was a grueling 13 hr hell ride. The 2nd bus had some tough terrain to drive through. There was one part in the journey after dark when the fog was so thick, there were no street lights, and it started to rain, all while we were on a narrow, winding, dirt road. Usually when one of these conditions are present you slow down, if many of these conditions are present, you really slow down, but not this bus driver... We just kept trucking along until he slammed on his brakes right before we almost drove over a cliff! Awesome. First we crash into a bull, next we almost nosedive off a cliff. By the time we finally made it to the Cuenca bus terminal, however, it was 1:00AM. I didn't think anything would be open so I found me a nice little corner close to where the homeless people were sleeping and decided to call it night. It was the coldest, dirtiest, shadiest, bus station ever, but everything worked out fine in the end. I slept with my backpack in my lap and woke up at 6:00am, caught a cab, checked myself in a nice place, took a bath, and then went back to bed—in a real bed this time..