We left our house about 9:30 am and walked to the "bus stop" just down the ride. This was for the local bus/van service that runs within our city. This cost us around $.25 to go to the other side of town. Then we crossed over the main road (I only mention this because it is CRAZY!) We waited on the other side of the road for our bus (big Coach Bus size) that would take us to the city. We waited about 3 minutes with many sketchy busses trying to get us to get on :( ...So, our bus came the door opened my friend got on first and then I with Stella in my arms stepped on...and the bus was OFF! I grabbed at anything I could find and pulled myself the rest of the way up the stairs and through the isle as we looked for seats together. As we found our seats I quickly whipped out some dramamine for my motion sick prone child as I knew she was going to need it on this trip! I am happy to say that overall the trip there was good and "safe" and only the kid in front of us puked (NOT Stella!!!) Oh I almost forgot to mention that this 1 1/2 our ride was just over $1! We arrived at our stop and got off and got into a taxi to take us to the shopping center (about $1.50 for a 20 minute ride) Stella slept the end of the bus ride and the whole taxi ride...what a trooper!
We asked a few people and they all recommended that we take the taxi to the bus terminal and catch our bus from there. They said it would be where the majority of the busses would be and so it would be "easy" to get a bus there. HA!
(This is not my picture...and it may be a bit exaggerated but it was what it felt like!!!)A few times we began to enter the mob but it was just TOO crazy! Finally after almost 2 hours of waiting in the noisy, smoggy, hot and humid bus terminal I said OK the next bus we are getting on it. We positioned ourselves where we hoped the door would open and stood our ground. The bus pulled up....the people crowded in and we stood our ground inching, pushing and pulling with legs and arms wrapped around me I picked up Stella and put my purse in front of me and kept inching forward! PUSH PUSH PUSH..yes I was pushing now too! Finally on the first step of the bus...we made it! Found two open seats and plopped down...I could not stop shaking. I don't think I was so scared as much as it was the adrenaline! Needless to say...we did not make it home before dark! But we DID make it home and we were safe!!! And it was DEFINITELY a cultural experience!