Pissing my pants on a bus in Siberia, Russia

After a day at Листвянка (Listvyanka) on Lake Baikal, I was lucky to get the last bus back to Irkutsk. I boarded the bus, getting one of the final two or three seats. The driver was angry, perhaps (probably) drunk, and cursing many of the passengers. The ride was rough: icy roads, an aging bus with poor shocks, and a driver who failed to get any friendlier.

When faced with the realization that my bladder wouldn't make it all the way to Irkutsk, thanks to a day of drinking by the lake, I considered bribing the driver to stop the bus; but, unfortunately my Russian phrasebook did not empower me with the ability to say, "Comrade, I will give you 500 rubles to stop this bus for three minutes." Even if I did know how to ask, had the driver pulled away and left me on the side of the road, which unfortunately felt like a decently real possibility given the fact that I was American and he was drunk and hateful, I quite literally would have died from exposure. It was the middle of nowhere, completely dark, and probably 30 degrees below zero, Celsius.

But, honestly, who cares: I was on a dark bus full of disinterested Russian strangers, and I was wearing six bottom layers. Yes, six, the outer two of which remained completely dry. But when I finally made it back to Irkutsk, I had to hand-wash all of my clothes, and that kinda sucked.

Bus stop in Taltsy, in between Irkutsk and Listvyanka; Siberia, Russia.

Bus stop in Taltsy, in between Irkutsk and Listvyanka; Siberia, Russia.