As the weather is extreme (or it is raining in abundance or it is so hot that neither the dogs rise from the sidewalk), there are no glass windows on the bus. What there is is a kind of plastic blinds, such as an accordion, which are lowered when it rains, something that happens only two or three times during the road and for about ten minutes each time. In those moments, with the light coming only from the front, where the driver needs visibility, the feeling is like traveling inside a tunnel. It is not an experience suitable for claustrophobes.
As that is only punctual, for the rest of the trip I recommend you sit on the right side to enjoy the views, although there are areas (such as the so-called “Misty Mountain”, Misty Mountain) where it was not seen beyond fifty meters away Anyway, the trip is not heavy at all thanks in part to everyone who sits next to me try to start a friendly conversation, with more or less English. It also helps to drive through the mountains that these men have. If you hear a symphony of honking when you approach a curve, start driving along the side of the road to let the vehicle (which you have not seen yet) approach in the opposite direction. If you approach a curve and nothing is heard, apply yourself to the work of repeatedly sounding the claxon so that, if someone comes in the opposite direction, you throw yourself into the shoulder. The system works so well that in two hours we have only had three "almost" accidents.
When the fog clears, you are surrounded by tea plantations everywhere. You can hardly see anything other than that curious bush that decides to grow only until it reaches just over a meter high. And then refuses to continue doing so, as if it were the protagonist of the children's story, the one who was hated by Dustin Hoffman, I say, Captain Hook. Tea does not want to be an orange tree, much less a pine. No, its size is childish, but the product of its leaves is for adults only.