Buzz kill bus crash in Peru
First, to our friends and families: We’re fine. We were not on this bus.
Pisac, Peru is a small town with a central area of cobblestone streets fit only for tour groups, pedestrians, packs of dogs, donkey-drawn carts, and wheelbarrows. The charm ends at the edge of the old town, where roads widen for the large buses that bring locals and tourists alike from all over the Sacred Valley to barter at the popular open-air market.
In our wanderings around Pisac, Todd and I find ourselves on one of these wide roads, facing a battered and burned bus.
“Oh my gahd. Look at the roof. People must have died in this.”
We wonder why this frightening object has been left in view of passing tour groups, but there are no answers in the wreckage. The bus doesn’t smell like cinder or fuel, so we suspect that it has been parked for a while.
Later, I Google “bus crash Peru” and get a morbid number of results detailing an even more morbid frequency and severity of accidents. Blame seems apportioned equally to bus companies, shoddy maintenance, negligent or speeding drivers, poor road conditions, treacherous weather, and government corruption.
I finally find the Pisac bus in the search results. Three died and dozens were injured in the accident, which happened over a month previously. Literally adding insult to injury, the bus was uninsured, leaving survivors burdened by the cost of medical care.
Todd and I disagree over whether we should share negative travel stories like this. Bad things can happen on the road or at home. He’s worried we’ll reinforce the fears people have about travel, helping to justify staycations, chorecations, and disneycations. Just no.
I hope that, if told as “The Lesson We Learned So You Don’t Have To,” such travel stories can show circumstances in which some precautionary preparation—rather than fear—is justified. But, I’m a planner; that’s how I think.
So, here it is:
“The Lesson We Learned So You Don’t Have To”
Looking at that bus, I got serious agita. For our brief Peru trip, we cockily didn’t buy travel insurance, as we did during our much longer round-the-world trip. I hadn’t signed up for California’s self-employed disability insurance. And, the benefits of our medical insurance are so paltry that we jokingly call it our “hit by a bus” coverage, since that’s the only time it would be worth using.
When I realized that that medical insurance was the only thing covering our fragile, mortal asses, the nickname wasn’t so funny anymore.
So, unless you’re so agoraphobic or fat that you can’t leave the house, you’re going to be on the road. Get travel insurance.
Comfort from the World Bank? Really?
Obviously, there’s risk involved when taking transportation anywhere in the world. Though the rate of traffic-related deaths in the U.S. is about half that of Peru, if you really want to limit your risk, head for the Marshall Islands where there are few roads and so, few fatal accidents.
In the U.S., except for MADD campaigns, we just don’t leave the evidence sitting around city streets like a billboard for traffic safety. But, maybe that’s it. Perhaps the bus was left out for all to see to proclaim that it’s time for things to change in Peru.
Rooting through my Google results, I find mention of a $150 million World Bank loan for a project aimed at improving Peru’s highways. That money won’t make Peruvian government officials put down their pisco sours and enforce existing regulations, like the one Peru does have that requires bus companies to carry insurance.
But, having ridden on Peru’s largely unpaved, uneven,
safety rail-less unlit hairpin switchback roads, fixing a few of them will be a remarkable step toward safety.
Do you think this story should have been told? Or should I have kept quiet?