So, now I´m in Mexico and I start noticing some of the differences in this country, and I´m pretty much talking about everyone’s ability to drive. It´s kind of like watching a little kid coloring. You encourage them to stay in the lines but you don´t really expect them too and in fact they don´t stay in the lines very well. This perfectly describes their driving in Mexico.They may have a road 3 lanes wide with dotted lines but I would say it´s a road 3 times the normal width and everyone drives where ever the hell they want to. Your lane is the distance between the car next to you and the edge of the road, however far that is. Then another revelation nearly hit me, and I mean that quite literally.
We are driving down a one way street and I realize across the median all the cars are going the same way we are. This isn´t exactly common but its not the craziest thing I´ve ever seen. Then I look up and see a big light that is coming right toward us. No wait, that´s not just a big light going the wrong way down the middle of a one way street. ITS FREAKING TRAIN! And yes it is coming directly at us down the middle of the street.
Our bus driver changes lanes over and we drive right next to the train that is going the wrong direction. There are no flashing lights and no arms coming down to block your path. Just you and the train. The train that´s going the wrong way. I have decided I would die if I drove in the country.
Now, its the first stop I have a chance to try and track down my bag. To bad I´m in the heart of Mexico and can´t speak a lick of Spanish. So I start walking around trying to find the bus people and the first person I ask “Hablo ingles” laughs at me. I didn´t think it was all that funny until I got the same response from the next 5 people which then leads me to yell out across the bus station ” DOES ANYONE FREAKING SPEAK ENGLISH HERE!” A guy stands up in the back and is like yeah I do. I asked him to help me find the baggage claim and he looks at me and goes “oh well I don´t speak any Spanish.”
Son of a bitch.
So lets just make this 3 hour long story short and get to the good stuff. I end up in a cubical trying to mime out the size shape and color of my luggage in a room labeled “equipaje.” I´ve decided that equipaje means equipment and from there I´m guessing it is either luggage or a maintenance room. So here I am, miming to people who speak a different language and might be a custodian. Trying to say I lost my bag in another country and they didn´t care because they know I will be leaving for another city in like 10 minutes. Needless to say I still have no clothes.
PS You have to pay to get into bathrooms at the bus stops in Mexico. I know its only 30 cents but still.
To be continued…
by Dalton Sweat