So the day was spent entirely at the mercy of the rather wonderful Mexican bus service. Leigh got off the bus somewhere in the middle of nowhere to climb a mountain, and so I was left with only the movies to keep me company. Eventually we rolled in to Mexico City; unlike silly places (like London), Mexico City doesn’t cram all of its long distance buses into a shed in the middle the town – it’s got a different station for each of the four cardinal points (pay attention, London), so getting in and out of the vast metropolis is fairly straight forward.
A short taxi ride to the North Bus Station, and a wonderful selection of buses to choose from heading up to the US border (unlike the ‘socialised’ bus service of the US, which gives you the option of Greyhound, Greyhound or (if you’re REALLY lucky) Greyhound.
The bus was due in the next day at 11am. The Greyhound bus I was planning to get to New York left at 1.45pm.
Everything going to plan. I love timetables, don’t you?
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hey graham, I recently discovered this webpage so thats why im commenting so far. I just finished reading your journey through our huge and chaotic city of mexico and want to tell you that you forgot to try our underground, thats chaotic lol.
anyway i just want to tell you i love your program and why you do that, i always try to watch it on nat geo.
so i hope you read my message, good luck and i hope you never go back to jail.
greetings from mexico