Lovely I noticed my return ticket had been dated wrong..... oopsie..... Delicious looking Fatima... the hat check girl at the bus station changed it for me with out a fuss..... how amazing.....
She told me she was sorry but had to change the seat number.... I started to cry, she laughed....
see, I could make her smile and like it.
Then I told her I can sit on the floor... she cracked again.....
As glorious fortune had it... I was just in front of the the non to recently cleaned potty and well it sort of wafted of the smell of urine.... ugh........... I cracked the window just a titch and put my nose up to it to breath like a dog...... leaning forward.... the 4 hours just drifted by nothing to it, delightful..... the border was a typical joy.... no fuss no muss... like a whirlwind sucked in on one side and coming flying out the other and just one extra stop on the other side for good measure where the Commandante' decided to pleasure us all with an additional boarding and review of every ones Passport... and show us his glistening side arm.... I do believe that was a 9mm... the fellow with the Mausberg was waiting outside... they are just for looks I am sure. They could be made of black plastic for all I know... but I kind of doubt it.
Where there are Cottonwood Trees there is usually water nearby.
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