One Crazy Bus Ride

I just had the most insane bus ride.

Going from my cousins house to my Tias house is one long bus ride. Sounds pretty easy right? Get on here, get off there. Simple. Oh but no, this is Santiago, and things are rarely simple.

I got on no worries, and we´re travelling down familiar streets, all seams well. But when people start pressing the buzzer to get off the driver is ignoring it. People start yelling out for him to stop. So he opens the back doors, but doesn´t stop! Eventually, after quite a few stops have been missed, he pulls over and people get off cursing and swearing. And this continues through 5 or 6 suburbs we cross. The bus is packed to (or over) capacity, back doors open as we zoom through the city, and people yelling out for the bastard to stop. It was like being in a Nightmare On Elm Street film.

When we got to the street I had to get off at, I got off about 6 blocks early since I didn´t know when it would stop again.

It was such a surreal experiance in that EVERYONE on the bus was alarmed and yelling out for the ´huevon´ to stop. It was a moment of collective fear of what this madman was going to do next.

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