Years ago, when I first started to ride the buses here in PV, I oftentimes found myself the only gringo on the bus, a lone blue-eye amidst a sea of black hair and dark eyes. And it seemed, in those days, that I was a lot taller than the average Mexican bus-rider.
Now, things are different; not only because I live in an other part of town, but riding the buses has been discovered by frugal tourists.
So now when I bus it, I am likely to share the bus with a horde of elderly gringos and even more so at this time, as now is the time for the Snowbirds to land. Snowbirds are folks who come here to warm up from the winter weather where ever they live. I believe the unofficial opening date is Jan. 15, so they are here and they have gotten the obligatory tan ( or burn ) and are ready for adventures. On the bus.
And I am fascinated by these old geezers with their females supported by viking bras and girdle like undies, encased in matching tops and shorts and, almost to a one, some kind of hat. And the protector, the male, released from the drudgery of suits and ties and polished shoes, are very often in wild print shirts stretched over big bellies, baggy shorts and tennis shoes and socks, showing legs that mostly should have remained hidden.
So there they are and I stare at them and feel superior till the skies open up and a thunderous voice yells at me:
Listen up, you bum.
You are one of them.
And I suddenly see the truth. I am no different than they, only in denial.
And then my joints start to ache and my back hurts and I wonder if I will get a cold from the open window, and did I remember to pee before I started this journey and .............
it is not so much fun when what you look at is like a mirror.
I should go back and ride the buses full of Mexicans.
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