The sad
truth of the matter is, I get lost – a lot. Its not so bad in the states,
usually, but put me in a new city with no street signs, where everything looks
the same and I’m pretty much a lost cause. This really doesn’t bother me that
much. I figure I’ve gotten lost plenty of times in my life and I’ve always been
able to get un-lost again. I’ve never been lost forever and there is no reason
to think that the next time I get lost will be any different.
Last week I
was invited to have supper at my friend Emily’s house. I double checked with a
couple people which bus I needed to take after work and was confident I could
get there. Things were going well until we went past an ‘Hipermaxi’.
Hipermaxi’s are the Bolivian equivalent of Wal-mart and not the kind of thing
you would leave out if you were giving directions. Emily definitely didn’t mention
an Hipermaxi.
I gave her
a call. Thank goodness she knew where I was and was able to give me new
directions. By now it was 6:30 and dark out and I was waiting on the side of a
busy road for a bus I was beginning to suspect didn’t really exist. I saw three
44’s, 23’s and an assortment of other number. I felt like I was in Vegas,
hoping the next number would be the one I was betting on.
It finally
drove by and as I flagged it down, I was glad to see it wasn’t so full that I
would have to stand. Bolivain buses are made for short people. Inspite of my
family’s claim that I am a shorty, statistics say I am above average by two
inches. In Bolivia, I’m above average by at least a head on most people.
Therefore, when I stand on a bus, not only do I have to do the uncomfortable
head tilt to fit, but I can’t see anything out the windows except the curb and
an occasional pair of standing feet. This does nothing in helping me get
unlost.
Emily gave me very clear instructions: “Once you get on the 50, you’ll be on a tar road for a while, then “dirt, when you get back to the second tar road, give me a call. I’ll be outside waiting for you so you can get off when you see me.”
Emily gave me very clear instructions: “Once you get on the 50, you’ll be on a tar road for a while, then “dirt, when you get back to the second tar road, give me a call. I’ll be outside waiting for you so you can get off when you see me.”
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