ah yes, the true latin american experience. The bus ride. Buses are fairly efficient, cheap, gets you where you need to go, and the run frequent enough so you don’t need to rush. Sometimes they are cramped, sometimes you have to hang off the open door, sometimes you are on top of someone, sometimes it stinks, and then there are times when you just have to puke from the fast turns on the windy mountain roads. And THAT is what happened to dear karen on the ride from the springs back to oaxaca tonight. blecccchhhh…
It’s not totally her fault, you see. It was standing room only and the driver was just going mad on those turns. Kaywan and I were also feeling woozy, but karen took the hit. What’s funny isn’t that Karen’s belly could not handle the ride. It was the when the lady who got hit with the chunks just glanced at the vomit on her jacket, and went back to closing her eyes continuing her nap. Tipico mexico si? eh… just vomit… what else is new?
