In Transit

Bus Ride to TJ

Angel dropped me off at the bus station about 2 hours early.  This gave me plenty of time to have some real Mexican food (as I have grown to know it) before going to  Mexico.  ;) Seriously, the BRC buritto at the bus station was surprisingly good.  I also had plenty of time to delete the 1300 photos stored in my camera from my last trip and drain the battery on my camera while I was at it.  Good start to a trip!  I still had time to kill so I got really anal.  I started getting nit picky about my address book in my phone.  Had to put everyones last name in.  Had to put in their email address too.  Move their call numbers from the work number section.  Hey... why not add home addresses and company name?  Is this the way that people without jobs spend their time?!  As an aside.

..I thought it was pretty funny that every time I typed IHG in to the company name for someone I used to work with, my blackberry wouldn't recognize it and instead type UHG.   Hmmmm....always looking for a sign that I made the right decision to quit to travel.

It wouldnt be a bus ride without somethng interesting happening.  The lights go out.  It is pitch black on the bus.  And, I can hear kissy kissy noises.  Ewwwwwwww!  A few minutes later the guy in front of me accidentally slams his seat all the way back and almost into my lap.  He turns around and says something something moleste something something.  If I didnt have an idea what that word meant in Spanish I might have run off the bus especially without knowing where those kissy noises were coming from!

Got to the border 2 hours later.   Interesting that no one ever asked to look at our passports or go thru our bags at the border.  I would later learn that this was not the good fortune that I thought it was.  We just stood outside the bus with our bags for about 10 minutes and then were told to get back on.  Once we were all seated a guy got on board, held out his baseball cap as he walked down the aisle saying in Spanish that he would appreciate a tip for getting us through the border so quickly.

Two and A Half Hours in TJ

I guess that with a few hours to kill on a Saturday night of a holiday weekend I could have gotten off the bus at San Ysidro with the only other gringo on board to do what is expected... drink tequila while wearing an oversized sombrero or being hung upside down in a loud bar.  But instead, I stayed on the bus and went directly to the airport.

Got hassled at the TJ airport by security for the usual reason.  They didn't ask me if I had any liquids or sharp objects.  You traveling alone?  Yes.  You dont speak Spanish?  I try. Not very hard.  Don't you like Spanish? Si.  Coming to Mexico to meet a boyfriend? Si.  You got a husband?  Yes.  I have both.  Is this what they teach them to do at the international school of airport security?!  Then I was off to find outlets to charge my camera and phone.