Last week I
purchased a Bus ticket to take me from Santa Rosalia to Tijuana. With the
Mexico senior card it was half price at 650 pesos. I tried to take Steves
advice and purchase a ticket to San Ysrido to enable me to avoid switching
Buses in Tijuana, but they weren’t available at this location. At least that is
what they said. It seems that in Mexico they will tell you what ever is the
most convenient for them, or what they think you want to hear.
About two
hours out of Santa Rosalia we were stopped by the Federalies and made to exit
the Bus. All luggage was removed and searched. It was funny watching them try
to grab my backpack with the v-drive and wood for the crate in it, with one hand
and swing it up on the table. I tried to keep from laughing as it overpowered
them and hit the ground. This happened several times on the trip and each time
it was harder to keep a straight face. None of them tried to empty out the
backpack, I think they were too embarrassed from dropping it. One did come on
the Bus and ask me where I was coming from, going, why, and what was in the
backpack. I got rid of him by rattling on about my breakdown with way too much
information, until he said; “have a nice ride.”
The Aguila Bus
was older, but had very nice comfortable seats installed. The ride to Tijuana
took fifteen hours and we were stopped and inspected a total of six times. I
thought they were looking for drugs, but they must have also been looking for
wanted persons, because they would sometimes just walk up the aisle and look at
each person.
I arrived
at the Tijuana Bus Terminal at 8:00am and bought a ticket from Greyhound to San
Ysidro for eight dollars US. I was not going to San Ysidro, but this would
allow me to circumvent the line through Customs if I walked across. The
American Customs directed me to a separate area from everyone else and I was
instructed to wait there. This made me a little apprehensive being singled out
from everyone else. After a bit a new Customs agent came out and motioned me to
step up. He looked at my passport and said okay, have a nice day! That was it,
I guess he was just starting his shift.
When I
exited the Customs building I located the machines to buy a two day Tram pass
and proceeded to get ripped off for eleven dollars by the first machine. God, I
hate putting money in machines, it’s like playing Russian roulette. That first
machine gave me my change, but no pass. The second machine gave me everything,
but that meant I paid double for it. Yep, it cost twenty two dollars to ride
the tram for two days.
I went first
to FedEx and assembled my prefabricated wooden shipping container around the
v-drive and inquired as to the cost. The Mexican lady said it would cost $99.00
with insurance to NJ. I was a bit surprised and asked why it only cost $32.00
to ship it from NJ to San Diego. She said that they had a commercial rate from
the factory. At this point I jokingly asked if I got a discount with my Mexican
senior card and she said sure, and dropped the price to $82.00. Damn, I finally
found something good about getting old!
By the time
I had completed everything I was exhausted and had run out of time to get back
across the border, through Mexican Customs and ride the Bus to the Tijuana Bus
Terminal to catch the four o’clock Bus back to Santa Rosalia. I went to the
Motel 6 off of E St. in Chula Vista and was again given a senior discount with
my Mexican senior card. Of course the lady was also Mexican, so I can’t say
this will work everywhere in the USA. The next morning I had some Boston Cream
pastries from a real Doughnut Shop across from the motel. These were a real
treat, as the pastries in Mexico leave a lot to be desired. Hell, they almost
made the fifteen hour Bus ride worthwhile!
The reverse
trip was pretty much uneventful, with only two federally stops. That is with
the exception of the Mexican Customs who didn’t search my bags, because I got a
green light. I just hope my luck holds when I bring the v-drive back across. I
rode an ABC Bus made by Volvo that the shocks were worn out on, and if one had
a tendency to become sea/car sick, they would be in serious trouble. The seats
were terrible with no lumbar support. Everyone had a backache after the
eighteen hour trip. The driver was terrible and should be replaced, but most
likely won’t be.
I met a
twenty year old male from Canada who was seated beside me on the trip down. I
couldn’t believe it when he said that he forgot to get a visa. I gave him a
lady’s name to help him in La Paz with a visa. I hope it works out for him, he
seemed a nice individual.
I am now awaiting word on my v-drive back in
Santa Rosalia. I have been reading a lot, but must stop reading and get to work
on the boat, much to do! ADIOS