Catching a bus

Yesterday was a bit of a fiasco. We were set to leave Ancud early in the morning, 6:15am Uber to the bus station to catch a 6:55am bus. We had been taking Ubers to our hotel, located over 3 kilometers from downtown and up a big hill. We would usually walk one way and Uber back.

Without putting too much thought into it, I made the Uber reservation the day before we were set to leave. Well, come 6:10am, Uber notified me that there are no available drivers. Shit. Our bus was leaving in 45 minutes and it was a one hour and 7 minute walk.

We started power walking down the hill hoping to find a taxi. Sometimes I forget how sleepy places can be in the early morning hours, which outside of rush hour traffic, seems to be when the US is busiest.

With about 20 minutes to spare with our bus leaving, we were miraculously able to hail a cab. Wahoo. Thanks to our amazingly inefficient Spanish, we accidentally had him take us to the wrong bus station!! Now with only 10 minutes until our bus was leaving.

Incredibly, we were able to hail another taxi, who proceed to immediately go the wrong way so he could stop and pick up more people, which in his defense is what taxis do. I explained that our bus leaves in 5 minutes and he promptly hit the gas:).

We arrived in time to see our bus pulling out of the terminal with me frantically running in front of it and waving my hands. The exasperated bus driver threw his hands up in frustration then started tapping his right index finger to where a watch would be on the other side of his wrist, indicating that we are the ones who are late. Typical of Argentinians, after expressing this frustration, he promptly pulled back into the bus terminal and welcomed us aboard. Lordy.Læs mere