| Leaving Mexico City | ||
| The Metro | ||
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We loved the Metro-it was cheap (20 cents a ride). The trains came every couple of minutes and it went everywhere. However, we had been taking it in the morning or late evening, not during the rush hour times. After we got back home and washed up after Teotihicuan, we went down to catch a train to the Centro Historico for dinner. The first train that came was so full, we stood back and waited for the next one. Our first clue should have been when ten people roared ahead of us to get on the car we passed up on. So when the next train came, we jumped on even though there wasn't enough room for Rob to put his feet fully on the ground. I was nestled between fifteen strangers with one hand on my wallet, the other holding onto the free inch left of space on the handrail. (It wasn't necessary as there wasn't more than a centimeter of space on all sides- I didn't travel very far when the train bounced.) It was a long five stops and each time, we stopped more people came on. There were probably close to 300 people in our car alone- maybe more. The last people in had their bodies and faces against the window like children smooshing their noses and cheeks into glass. As we neared our stop, Rob (who was behind me) yelled- "Be agressive- you have to push or we won't get off." Ok, I thought, here goes. We stopped and I pushed and I pushed and yelled Indian war cries, but no one budged. It was only when the big beefy guy in front of me with shoulders three feet across decided to get off that I had a chance- I just followed in his wake, leaning into him and feeling the bodies close around me as we pushed through. As we got off and took some first non-shared breaths, we watched as ten or twelve people tried to push this last man into a car. His arms and head wouldn't fit and he was trying all sorts of contortions to get them into the car. The people who were pushing were laughing, he was laughing. I wanted a good picture of it all, but above is all I got. There were too many people- I couldn't raise my arm long enough to get one. |
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| Catedral Metropolitana in Centro Historico | ||
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| As we walked up the metro stairs, this was the view, it was utterly amazing. Huge wooden doors, intense stone carvings, all in the middle of a thriving city. Templo Mayor was just blocks away (the Aztec ruins), but we missed it for dinner. We were starving! | ||
| Bus Ride to Oaxaca | ||
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Here is some views of our six hour bus ride to Oaxaca. It was a nice bus and an okay ride, however we were lucky enough to recieve the last four seats on the bus. So Mr. K, who we had just met up with us, and Rob sat in front of Jeff and me who were on the last seats of the bus. It was awful bumpy, but the real joy of the experience was that were situated less than one foot from the el banyo and ahem, the windows didn't open. Toward the end of the trip, I started to really detest the bus and sitting down and sitting across from the bathroom and I had eaten all my Panditas and read my book and Jeff and I had played twenty questions until we had gotten to ones like the "invisible man wearing a hat at the front of the bus" and her left ovary. Are invisible men people or things? God only knows and let me tell you - it's a really fun twenty minute argument. I began to count in my head like back in school, one through sixty, making a mark for each one. Jeff and I ping ponged off each our with A.D.D. until I felt threatened by Mr. K enough to tell Jeff to shush up or I was going to pour this whole thing of water on him and my legs hurt- do you have leg cramps too? get your blanket off of me! on your side! omigod are we almost there??? rob deadpans "cinco mas minutos." |
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