The Great Bus Ride
Early the next morning, we headed to the bus terminal for the next part of our journey: Zamora, Michoacán. We had been told to take a first class bus on either the Estrella de Oro or the Estrella Blanca bus. Cousin Lu had warned us against taking the second or third class buses, as we would be riding with the chickens, according to her. We were also told those would be the quickest, as the other buses made lots of stops. The terminal was huge, the bus was very comfortable. We sat back and relaxed for the ride, I had the window and Ma had the aisle. The bus departed promptly at 9:00am, out of the parking lot, onto the street, around the corner… and broke down with a flat tire. It took about 5 minutes for us to find out what had happened, as the bus had just stopped moving. I remember looking down and seeing the driver standing by the side of the bus, casually smoking a cigarette, as if just taking a break. An hour later, we were off. The drive was peaceful, the occasional slow-moving vehicle slowed us down to a crawl at times, until the bus driver yanked the wheel and pulled a Speedy Gonzalez and passed around it. Ma occupied her time by chatting with a very nice university student from Uruapan with a nice, almost angelic face, who sat across the aisle from her. A couple of backpackers joined in the conversation. As it was too difficult for me to lean over and be part of the conversation and not wanting to be rude by asking everyone to repeat themselves, I occupied my time by staring out the window, enjoying the scenery and taking the occasional photo to prove we had been there. All would turn out blurry with a green tint from the window, making it seem more likely that we had been on a bus on Mars.
We drove through the countryside and past small towns… well, sort of. Continue reading