I don’t want to seem judgmental, but mine’s the one on top.
The repaving of the bus route (see here and here) has actually turned out quite nicely. Avenida Mario Ferreiria has become a pleasure to drive instead of a nightmare. I’m not sure about having a line down the middle of a two-lane road in Uruguay, though, given the challenge so many drivers have deciding whether to drive in a lane or on a line.* *0:50 here if you missed it
There must be pothole gods. Or demons. Or entities. Otherwise — now that our road is fixed and well-drained — why do all the potholes (pozos, same word as well) form right around our driveway? Today a little kid — just-removed-the-training-wheels little — fell in one of them. Mama cajoled him, stopped his crying, encouraged him back in the saddle to ride on. And perhaps admonishing him: next time, be careful around THOSE PEOPLE’s driveway.
The very next day, even further destruction from the detoured buses.
What do you get when you divert buses in order to repair the road they’ve destroyed? Different destroyed roads.