never underestimate yourself
The bus slows to a crawl as we enter some dusty town. I look out my window, there is tuks tuks zooming around, they’re carrying everything from humans to chickens. The bus comes to a halt. The bus driver turns to inform us that there is some kind of a road block ahead, all large vehicles, delivery vehicles, and buses are out of luck. I have no idea who is blocking the road, my first instinct is to get my stuff together and keep moving forward in a safe and efficient manner. As I get off the bus I ask the driver how long until were moving again, he gives me a look I have seen before, I say ‘gracias’. I look down a dusty street and ‘just by chance’ I see a large man announcing ‘Puerto Escondido!’, we make eye contact and seem to understand each other. I quickly grab my bag from the belly of the beast that the driver has opened, I say ‘buenos dias’ and make a run for the van, dodging vehicles, tuk tuks and dogs along the way. I get across the road and make my way down the busy street towards the man. He points to fairly small white van, I throw my stuff in the back and climb into the side. The van fills up quickly, and there is a man securing some goods on the roof. The man jumps down, the door closes he jumps in and and were off. I am feeling alive. As we move forward we come up to what looks to be Coca Cola trucks and gas trucks sitting on the edge of the road, there is people scattered everywhere, hard to make out whose who and whats what, I feel waves of anxiety so I take a moment to say a few thank yous to Lady Guadalupe. As we pull through the crowds on the street we are stopped by a group of people and I have a really hard time hearing the conversation. Best to just let this one play out, I have a good feeling, this keeps fears at bay. The group lets us pass we weave are way back to the highway and were off like a rocket, or at least as fast as this van can go in between topes. I am smiling.
detail of a white tara painted by hälts c.2012