“Oh my gosh. What do we do?” I asked. Chuka and Chogoria looked up just in time to see the aftermath.
“We should stop and make sure they’re OK.”
We pulled over just as a matatu packed full of people drove up as well as another car. After about 20 seconds, one of the men inside climbed out of the top, followed by the other. It’s a miracle they were OK, especially because most people here don’t wear seatbelts.
We drove another mile or so before I realized the car was swerving slightly from side to side.
“I think there’s something wrong with the wheel. I’m going to pull over.”
Chuka looked in the window, “Oh wow. Your tire is really flat.”
Luckily there were no major incidents during the rest of the drive.