Riding the Bus to work
11.10.2014 -27 °F
Buses cost 8 pesos, cabs anywhere from 40 to 80, and I could drive with Valarie, but if she drives too many people her car bottoms out on the speed bumps. So I take the bus. It is actually the best part of my day. I try to leave the house to get the "6:30" bus (Mexican time). Most of the time I catch it unless there are two buses passing at the same time, then the bus on the outside cannot see me flagging it down. I love it when the oldest driver drives. He is a velvet driver, so it is easy to read, study Spanish or converse with Maria, the 16 year-old who sometimes rides the bus.
Once I had a driver who was determined not to stop at all. At one point he veered off of the road, up a driveway to a hotel, past the entrance and back into traffic again. I thought that was the craziest drive I would ever have, but this morning took the prize.
I was on time. I was able to cross I Hidalgo (the six lane highway that runs through town) without a hitch. The bus was packed, which it never is. The only seat I could find was in the way back-- never a good thing because there is not much to hang on to. My plan was to study my Spanish, but it was pitch black, so I kicked back to enjoy the ride. People were flying every which way, and the bus got more and more crowded until the only available seat was in the corner next to me.
Remember that it is HOT down here. Yesterday, I asked a Mexican friend if they had seasons here. She looked at me like I was crazy. Yes, it is fall, she replied. Aghast, I said, how do you know it is fall? She tried to convince me that it was cooler. And she is right. Now when I get on the bus I am not longer drenched with sweat. There is just a little trickle of sweat running down my spine.
It is so hot here that no one wants to add a few more degrees with body heat by sitting next to someone on the bus. However, today the bus was jammed with people, and the driver was driving like a bat out of hell. As I moved over to make room for another passenger, we hit ANOTHER speed bump, and my back pack turned upside down. It was so dark that I could not see if anything fell out, and it was time to get off the bus.
To make a long story shorter, I lost all of my keys on that bus. But I had new ones made by the end of the day.