Rides to Airports

I was extremely fortunate when leaving Vancouver, because my wonderful friend Carol Naconeckny was willing to wake up at some unearthly hour to get me to the airport by 5:30. The flight to SF was a cinch, & the flight to Mexico City also came off without a hitch. They have stopped going through my things, so I can just enjoy the ride.

Having been at a Green Day concert at Vancouver's coliseum the night before we left, I had the lyrics of Don't Want To Be An American Idiot going through my head all the time while I waited on line to pass US immigration. It worked! I think.

In Mexico City I was met at the airport by Clay Hastings & his sweetheart of a girlfriend Alejandra. They took me home, fed me a great dinner & gave me the bed of a princess to sleep in. Thanks Clay & Ale.

The next morning was the first time that I had to endure any discomfort so far on this journey. I had a flight to Chiapas scheduled & caught a taxi to the airport. The taxi driver was non-stop on his cell phone as we negotiated the viaduct highway. That was scary enough, but, he also had a television in his taxi. It was just to the right of the steering wheel. It was playing a movie in which he was obviously quite involved in the plot outcome. Me, with my stomach in my mouth, sat in the back seat & prayed. We did get there & I was so relieved when I finally exited his cab.

The flight to Tuxtla Gutierrez was fine & I was met by my friend Alejandra, not to be confused with Clay's girlfriend. With her was her sister Maru & my friend Luix. We all drove the 2 hours to San Cristobal de las Casas & I settled into my bed for a good sleep.