Nico and I would go to
the club. A typical journey that we would do at least once a day in which we
would take the bus a block from our grandmother’s house to the center of the
city, then walk two blocks to take another bus to take us to the gates of the
park, finally walk about 15 minutes within the park to get to the club.
Honestly, I did not mind the trek. Particularly with my brother. One day,
however, our journey was atypical.
We arrive in the
center of Mendoza and it is packed. It is a few days before Christmas, so
everyone was out and about buying last minute gifts. It took a while for our
bus to come, but we waited patiently. Finally, the bus arrived. However, within
that same block, a trolley was stuck right in the middle of the street.
Literally…at an angle in which only cars could truly pass through on the street
itself.
This was a dilemma for
the other buses. Particularly because this specific street almost all the most
important buses that run through the city go along. So, what does our bus
driver do? Begins to drive up on the sidewalk.
I mentioned about the
acequias before, too, right? Remember I fell into one and had a nasty gash on
my hand almost a year and a half ago? Well, one of the bus’s wheels stuck into
an acequia. So at that moment, not only was there a trolley in the middle of
the road at an angular position, but there was now a bus halfway on the
sidewalk and halfway on the street immobile from its position as well. With the
help of some local passerbys and a few men from the bus, the bus was upheaved out
of the acequia and continued along the sidewalk until the street was completely
clear to carry on its journey to the park. Only in Argentina does this type of
thing happen. I could not even imagine how long of a traffic jam DC would have
if that occurred…
K bye.
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