What happens when you combine narrow,cobbled, windy*, potholed, Mexican roads with a 35-foot greyhound style bus driven by idealistic youngsters* to places 35-foot greyound style buses aren't meant to be taken? Well, up til this point, the only result has been some white knuckle drives through towns, lots of 9 point turn abouts, one near-death adventure with a peligroso shoulder on the highway, and a huge appreciation for bus drivers, esp. in foriegn countries.
Well, while leaving Puerto Vallarta yesterday, we encountered a new little adventure. I'm happy to report that we handled the situation like champs, just like those industrious Mexicans, using the tools at hand and our wits. Now we are in Mazatlan where we have an undetermined length stopover before making the final run north back to cold, rain, and hot chocolate. |
Monday January 21 2008 | File under: travel, Mexico |
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on Mon 21st Jan, 2008 06:18 pm PST Sean said: Red Green has taught you well ************************ on Wed 23rd Jan, 2008 01:10 pm PST Trista said: Maybe you'll run into my parents. They're at their house in Mazatlan right now. If you see them tell 'em I've fed the dog and picked up the mail everyday. ************************ on Thu 24th Jan, 2008 11:31 am PST Wren said: Trista, I saw your parents and delivered the messages. They said to say thank you and that they heard about the party you had at their house and that all the broken glass better be fixed by the time they get home. ************************ |
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