The bus maneuvers back and forth, dodging the roadblocks. It's enough to make me wake up. The others on the bus are rocking back and forth, as it sways. We ride about a kilometer and slow to a stop at yet another roadblock. My eyes burn, and there's a nice puddle of drool on my luggage. I wipe it off with my sleeve. I scrape the sleep out of my eyes and flick it down towards the ground.
Another kilometer or two of winding roads and we reach the actual base. We shuffle out and, after some minor processing, disperse. I wonder if the CO will have my ass for not being on base on time.
But, then again, there were quiet a few of us that got held up in that traffic jam.