While my days south of the frontier have come to an end, this is not the end of the road for this blog. From this day forward it will act as a venue for writing about ideas, reflections, stories and my continued travels to as yet unknown destinations. Stay tuned…
“I don’t negotiate,” was the bus driver’s curt reply after I asked him if he could just drop me along the freeway in Sausalito. It was way past midnight and I was at the air port waiting for a bus home. Unfortunately, there where no more Marin airporters for the rest of the night. I had to make do with the Airporter express, which serves all points north of Marin. The driver said that for insurance reasons he couldn’t stop in Sausalito. But he could take me to San Rafael and then I could get a cab. I got on the bus.
As we rolled north, despite my fatigue from a three plane journey from Mexico, I was pissed. And immediately, I began comparing my situating with what I imagined would occur in Mexico. For one, a bus driver will drop you off just short of hell if you ask, and for two, in Mexico everything is open to negotiation. So when the bus driver refused to reason with me and I had to fork over 50 bucks for a cab and a bus home, I was understandably angry. I don’t negotiate my ass. My home coming was made bitter sweet because of this undeniably over priced and non-negotiable ride home.
