Last spotted in San Francisco, USA on March 28, 2003, 1:23 pm
Who is he? Where is he going? Where has he been? David Barrett / Quinthar
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The bus in the picture is actually my bus, that is taking me from Veracruz to Merida. You'll note that I'm not on the bus, and my bus is not actually facing the correct direction. You'll also note that there are people standing all over. You can't tell from the picture, but there is a long line of cars behind the bus, all of which are honking.

It turns out that the bus drivers in Coat... decided to strike, surrounding the bus terminal with a physical blockade of people and vehicles. Also, as we drove through town, a veritable gang of workers surrounded our bus, forcing us to the side, where they then made us a part of the bockade (by backing other busses inches away from the front and back bumper). We sat there for hours, presuambly waiting for a turn in negotations somewhere far away.

We were parked down the street away from the terminal, and someone had the idea that we should be in the terminal instead -- if we're going to be stuck, we might as well be stuck in comfort. But, to assure the strikers that we would go to the terminal without just leaving, they needed "volunteers" (aka, hostages) to go to the terminal, the assumption being that the bus wouldn't leave without them. Or, more accurately, us.

Raul, Raynoldo, I, and several others walked to the terminal to await the bus. However, it turns out the logistics of bringing our bus the wrong way down a one-way street, and then turning a sharp 90 degrees into the bus station (which, you'll remember, is blocked by busses) was too much to managed. So, we created a traffic jam instead. Once we realized that 90 degrees was just too much to handle, they decided to turn the bus 180 degrees, and park back where we were before. More chaos ensued.

In the end, we waited around for 3-4 hours, just sitting on the side of the road. Luckily we were next to a gas station (which one? Penex, the only line of gas stations in town. Or, in the entire country, for that matter), so we were able to get chips and queso, and drink some cerbeza to pass the time.

Eventually something happened somewhere and we were allowed to leave. Wow. It was pretty exciting doing absolutely nothing, however.

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