Monday, June 23, 2008

Regarding how I come and go...

You've all heard tell of many things that "half the fun is getting there." This saying certainly holds true of life in the Peace Corps. In the past few months I have used a variety of means to get from the various Point A's to Point B's. Here is a sampling...

Guagua - This is what you would most commonly refer to as a mini-bus. It's the most common way to move between large towns. Most of them are falling apart, and packed with people to the point of being a public health issue, but they are reasonably priced and relatively comfortable.

Passenger Bus - A lot like grey hound. This is what you use to travel very long distances. The bigger companies have buses that are very comfortable (air conditioning!!!), albeit a little festive for the taste of many Americans (they like to blast Meringue music).

Carro Publico - Translated = "Public Car". Used in the cities. They follow routes the same way that a bus would, and you pay based on how far you ride. These are normal sized four door cars, but they put up to four people in the back seat, and two in the passenger seat up front. Watch out for pick pockets.

Bola - In English we would call it hitch hiking. Basically you stand by the road and wave at whoever comes along, hoping they'll pick you up. In this part of the country most of the vehicles are pick up trucks so there is always enough room. You might have to sit next to a goat or a chicken, but at least the open air nature of the vehicle provides adequate ventilation. If the truck is REALLY full (like if you are headed toward a beach on a weekend, and there are a lot of people with the same idea as you) you will probably have to hang off of the bumper. This is not as bad as it sounds. The sense of adventure on the turns makes up for the discomfort.

Moto-concho - This is a motorcycle taxi, and it's the most common way to travel to remote locations in the countryside since the odds of catching a bola are often slim. This is how I get up the mountain to where I live. PCV's are required to wear helmets, so whenever I am out and about I am dragging along my sleek looking motorcycle helmet. It makes me feel cool. The motorcycle ride up a mountain is an interesting experience. A lot of these bikes are not in the best shape, so one spends the entire trip up the hill wondering if the engine will make it or not. On the downhill side there is another cause for worry. These drivers like to go FAST. I won't offer more details here, because I know my mother and grandmother are reading and I do not wish to cause them concern. Just be aware that I ALWAYS wear my helmet.

Mule - A common beast of burden on the farms around where I live. I have used them on a couple visits. They are not fast or flashy, but they get the job done and don't smell that bad.

Horse - Quick, loyal and glamorous. I spent a weekend toward the beginning riding a horse on mountain trails, and had a blast. My own horse should be arriving any week now. I am working on growing my cowboy moustache, and I am going shopping for a suitable hat as soon as I finish this entry.

Anyone who comes to visit me can rest assured that they will experience many of the types of transport on this list, and maybe more. I am sure the list will grow!

2 comments:

Ralph & Polly said...

So glad to know you always wear that helmet when you're on the motorcycle! But really some of the motor rickshas in the cities in Pakistan are just as dangerous...and we never wore helmets:)
We had a great week at the beach although we could have used some of your weather. But we had enough sun for several to be complaining about sunburns. We missed you, Tim, and thought of you. 13 out of our 17 grandkids made it, and we had a really good time.
Take care and know we love you!
Grandma B.

Jason said...

My friend,

I thought the best way to respond to your post would be with my own transport adventures:

Guagua: Omnipresent in the small towns of eastern Ukraine. Sally was quite courteous to me - we only took them for intra-city trips.

Passenger bus: When I studied abroad in the Yucatan with Dr. Stenzel, I took motor coaches from Cancun (airport) to Merida (the program site) and back. The bus drove on near-empty freeways b/c middle-class Mexicans can't afford the tolls, and it played sleep-inducing Mexican ballad pop.

Carro Publico: I've been fortunate to avoid scary taxi incidents, and I've used them in a lot of cities: Philadelphia, Merida, Brussels, Aalborg, and Kyiv.

Bola: Wish I had, though I have picked up car-less guests of the St. Ben's Meal off of the sidewalk and driven them to the Milwaukee Rescue Mission.

Moto-concho: I once had a moped...

Mule: No experience, though you are coming close to the Messiah, "meek, and riding on an ass" according to Zechariah.

Horse: Last time was a field trip to a horse farm in 5th or 6th grade. One of the teens in my church group was an accomplished equestrienne.

As always, blessings!
~Jason

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