9/8/15, “The
Return Journey”
En route,
NYC Taxi 7C68
I fucked
up. I fucked up big time. However, if getting to work 40 minutes later
was the extent of the repercussions from this trip, which otherwise went
perfectly, it’s not that big of a deal.
I can just as easily work 40 minutes later. After I closed at Benito Juarez (still
calling it that), I meanedered through to security. I put my bag through the x-ray machine and
walked through the metal detector, like always.
Neither set off any alarm, yet they still patted me down and searched my
bag. I guess they wanted to look busy at
an otherwise empty security checkpoint.
It was over an hour before boarding, and my electronics were slowly
dying, since I had trip-planned and budgeted like predicted. When I finally got on the plane, I learned to
my dismay I was seated in between two guys, neither of them particularly small,
one taller than I. At least we had the
exit row. I had trouble falling asleep,
but they soon brought food and drinks. A
ham and cheese croissant, pudding, and Diet Coke, yes that would do well. Between the sugar and caffeine crash, I would
soon pass out. That was exactly what
happened, and I woke up as we were making our descent. It took a long time for my bag to come out,
and, when it did, I almost didn’t recognize it, as it had been wrapped in a
plastic bag. I then headed to Customs,
and was too groggy to answer his questions properly, but he soon welcomed me
home with no hassle.
It was now 8
AM. Would I take the taxi or the bus? I opted for the bus. That was my big mistake. The bus is supposed to come every half hour,
and I feared I had missed the 8 AM bus, but I couldn’t justify spending the
extra money on the taxi to save half an hour.
A bus came at like 8:20 AM, but he pointed behind him and told me to
take the next bus. Around 8:35 AM, I
asked the lady, who had been on her cell phone the whole time, when the next
bus was. She said that the next bus wasn’t
until 9 AM, and she didn’t know I was waiting for the bus, and I should have
said something. Well, maybe if she wasn’t
in her cell phone, I would have said something.
I told her what the driver had said, and then a bus came, but it was
full. She said I’d have to wait half an
hour. No, if I took a 9:10 AM bus, I
wouldn’t get to the office until close to 11 AM. That wouldn’t do.
I’d have to bite the bullet and take the
taxi, like I should have done 40 minutes earlier. That was where I fucked up. Well, I’ll be at the office before 10 AM, won’t
be the end of the world. I got in the
taxi, where I proceeded to publish the rest of last night’s entry and write
this one once we were en route, which I will now close, along with closing out
the trip. I have done enough reflections
on the trip and on Mexico in general.
Next stop: Zimbabwe to live out my “wildest dreams” and see the biggest
waterfall in the world, Victoria Falls.
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