In Which Megan Calls a Bingo Game on a Peruvian Bus
Monday, February 19th, 2007So, I got a fever and then, good person that I am, decided to share. Megan is just getting over it now. Unfortunately, her’s decided to set in about an hour into a night bus ride from Huarez to Lima. Needless to say, she didn`t get much sleep.
We boarded another bus in the morning to get us to Pisco, where we knew we could find a fancy hotel with cable and a tub. Such luxury! On this bus, the stewardess (fancy buses have stewardesses round these parts) made friends with us, which would have been nice except that we were both exhausted and Megan was doing the “I’m hot, I’m cold, I’m hot, I’m cold, I’ve got a fever” thing. This wasn’t our stewardess’s usual route and she didn’t really speak English, which she was very concerned about because the bus company usually had people who spoke English work this very touristy route. So… when Bingo time came around (yes they played Bingo on the bus… if you won, you got a free return trip), she tried to enlist my help for the English translation of the number calling. Sure, I said, no problem. I know my numbers! (Megan was completely passed out at this point, finally able to sleep). So, the stewardess starts her number calling over a microphone so that everyone on both decks of the bus could hear her. But the first number wasn`t just a number… there was something else… I couldn’t tell what it was… what was going on… this was supposed to be easy. Megan, who at this point had woken up from the sound of the bellowing microphone looked at my panic stricken face and then up at the stewardess who jammed the microphone in her obviously much more knowledgeable (and color-drained) face. And that, my friends, is the story of how Megan came to call a Bingo game on a Peruvian bus while spiking a 101 degree fever. (By the way, the reason I was so confused was that apparently there are letters in Bingo too… who knew? Obviously not I.)
-Sarah (with help from Megan)
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