We left San Juan del Rio on the 7:30 a.m. bus for the Mexico City North Terminal to catch our 12:50 p.m. flight. That is a 2 hour and 15 minute trip normally and then a quick 20 to 30 minute taxi ride to the airport from there. We like to figure that the bus ride could take 3 hours or a little more if things really don’t go well. Things did worse than not go well. It took us 4 1/2 hours to get to the North Terminal…and after the taxi ride it was just after 12 noon! There was a horrific crash on our highway and the 3 lanes of traffic was bumper to bumper for over 2 hours…out in the middle of nowhere! Of course, any road heading to Mexico City is a busy one even when it’s no where near the big city.
Praise God we somehow made it although initially the check-in counter thought the flight was already “closed.” We haven’t flown for several years and average about 2 flights per decade. So, there have been a few changes but we figured out what to do. Atlanta was smoother than we expected, although the flight crew coming from D.C. was late so we left over an hour late. It all worked out. I managed to hand out all my World Cup tracts during our brief time in the bus station and airport.
We enjoyed some flight conversation with a couple from Honduras and a university student just returning from 6 months of study in Peru and Ecuador. He did some “in the trees’ studies in a rain forest, fish studies in the Galapagos Islands and another stint in Quito. Interesting stuff.
We’re tired and resting in a hotel lobby while our room situation is being fixed up. Apparently, Expedia doesn’t mention that they don’t guarantee room types and only smoking rooms were left. We would not last long in a smoking room. A British biker lady was also at the counter and she said she’d be happy to give us her non-smoking room but she needed to make a phone call and get her things together. She said she hadn’t been there all day and hadn’t used the beds or bathroom during the day so they should be made up. We’ll see! Living on the edge…ha-ha.
We’re being re-introduced to the idea of humidity. We often see 20% humidity or even less down in San Juan del Rio so we’re basking in a tepid glow right now…even inside the air conditioned lobby.
Well…not the most scintillating news…but we’re glad to have had a successful day in getting here along with our luggage. Nothing lost, nothing missing (that we know of).
Appreciate your prayers for the camp next week. I doubt we’ll have Internet out there but I’ll post again when we can.
Cheerio! (now where is that English woman?)
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