i know we haven't put much here lately but i thought i'd share a little story that reminded me it's not over til it's over and just so everyone knows after two years you never really get the hang of guatemala.
yesterday i was on a bus to the lake and as we were barreling down the highway a tire started screaming. the bus driver pulled over and the ayudante quickly inspected the tire. i think this was the dialogue:
driver: tire's messed i think
ayudante: yeah i'll check it out
ayudante: nah, we can keep going
driver: ok... it's making a funny noise...
driver & ayudante: OH WELL!
so we keep going and the tire is making lots of noise and it feels like there is no tire. after about 10 minutes the bus pulls sharply to the side of the road, the ayudante looks out the door and screams, "it's burning! everyone out!" then begins a puro chapin stampede. forget women and children first, it was survival of the fittest in a sea of elbows. i made it out pretty quick tossing my own elbows (it's nice to be tall).
everyone jumps out and practically huddles around the burning tire. the ayudante and the driver frantically put out the fire with dirt on the road and take the tires off. after a few minutes it was discovered another bus from the same line would come and take people to the direct destination and all those going to points before that (like me) could get 10 of the 15 quetzales back of our already paid fare and catch another bus off the highway.
fine. i get my Q10 back and join a group flagging buses. i was feeling pretty adventurous and chill i think from having been reflecting lately on my time here that i can handle a lot of nonsense now. a bus to take me to los encuentros came up and passed me and my group so we all had to run like mad up the highway to jump on the bus. i ran up to the back but it was full; people hanging out with the door unable to shut. the ayudante came up and said, "go up front!" so i ran to the front door and as i grabbed bars to help jump onto the bus i fell. i looked up and the bus driver said, "careful." thanks.
as i was tending to my bloody elbow a guy got up so i took his seat. but he came back because it wasn't his stop. he was waaay to drunk to know where to get off. so he fell into the aisle and leaned on me. very, very, very drunk. some indigenous ladies next to me giggled but i just kept on keeping on. not much else one can do.