Night Bus
Friday, February 9th, 2007Remember when we took a night bus from Tulum to Palenque, in Mexico? I do. It was glorious. Movies, fully reclining seats, and a solid 8 hours without a stop. We were so chipper the next day that we toured Palenque and two different waterfalls. Those were the days.
Today, however, after 12-hours of riding buses from hell, my eyes are sticky, my mouth is dry, and I feel like I’m about to die. And this is all after coffee. Remember all that talk about this being one long vacation? I don’t anymore. Every two hours, we passed a police check point. Five hours into the journey — 2:30 am — we crossed the Ecuador/Peru border and were forced to drag ourselves on foot across a mosquito-ridden bridge and have our passports stamped at three different little offices. Why three? There are only two countries involved. I guess we can’t complain too much though, because this was the only border we’ve crossed that didn’t ask us to pay a fee for the privilege of crossing an imagined divide between two imagined communities. Close All Borders! End All Occupations! Smash the State! Damn the Man! man.
That said, we’re safe and sound in Peru, Chiclayo to be exact. We’ve decided to drown our sorrows and our sticky eyes in a big screen movie this afternoon. We’ll let you know how it is if we don’t fall asleep in the middle.
-Las Dos
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