Si me clavo no la libro oh no no no
No me voy a dar un tiro
Relax
Me voy a estallar
Lo voy a olvidar todo esta noche no quiero pensar no
~Maná

I'm not coming home on Wed. My trip in purgatory has been extended another day. I'm going to do as the song says and 'relax'. On the bright side, a bunch of friends I haven't seen in years just found me again on facebook today. How cool is that? It was the one bright spot of this entire, miserable day.

I haven't written much about the bus this time. I try not to think about it. The power dam is a secure facility. Every vehicle that passes in or out of the gate must have a preapproved pass. That means that, even if I had rented a car and my GPS worked in South America, I wouldn't be able to get in anyway. The only other way is to get a ride with someone else or take the bus.

Most employees take the bus. You can't imagine what a logistical nightmare it is to transport all these people back and forth everyday. We have to catch this thing at the crack of dawn so that there is enough time to pick everyone up and still make it to work before punch-in time. The journey takes about an hour. Every morning we stop halfway at a little convenience which gets mobbed with people buying coffee at the same time. This is when I pop my second dramamine. I've learned that the best policy is to adequately charge my .mp3 player before I leave so I can plug my ears and not have to listen to anyone. It's not that I'm trying to be rude. I'm just sick of ducking political questions and I don't feel it is my responsibility to explain every foreign policy decision our government has made over the last 20 years. I just don't care. As you can see from the picture, a lot of my fellow passengers just sleep anyway. I would do the same if I could figure out how not to wake up when we hit a pot hole. Our drivers keeps a rosary hanging around the rear view mirror and a picture of the Virgin Mary on the back window. I think he has the right idea. This is a country where red lights are not necessarily the rule. They are more like a good suggestion.

This is the same bus that didn't pick me up on Saturday. I woke up at 4:30 in the morning to meet them and spent an hour outside. They never showed up. I found out later that there is only one bus for the weekend staff and you have to be on the e-mail list to get a seat. Somedays, I just love my job...