My days in El Paso have come to an end. I've said goodbye to new friends and West, who has been so kind to provide shelter for me and my goods.
The bike is packed and ready to be shipped to our mutual destination. Meanwhile I boarded the bus from the Greyhound terminal. Or so I was suppose to, but was delayed and the time for my connection i Juarez grew slim. The tv in the waiting hall shows morning talk shows and soaps. Crossing the boarder was a breeze - perhaps because the steam of tourists who went between El Paso and Juarez in the past, has dried up. Growing violence, due to the war on drugs has put Juarez in the top 5 of most dangourous cities in the world.
And so I missed my bus and sit stranded at the Juarez bus terminal, waiting to leave this city as so many others. Lucky for me, I'm heading south with a european pasport and not the opposite direction without papers.
Frequent busses destined for Mexico City ment that I only had to wait a few hours. Time passed quickly as I sat looking at the crowd and masked militaly men escorting a group of younger men carrying a large flat screen tv onto a bus. Others sweept the floor and to my surprise this place seemed much cleaner then where I had just sat in El Paso.
Likewise, the busses are exceptionally clean and comfortable. Reclining leather seats and tv screens makes it feel more like flying. But speed is the difference. 27 hrs later and the bus makes its final stop at the north terminal of Mexico City.
Fearing the freenzy found in cities like Tangier or Delhi I was relived to walk through the arrivals hall without hassel. A cab took me to a central hostel that I'd booked the prevous day. Prime location next to the sinking cathedral and other attractions.
I've contacted Itzel and made arrangements to meet tomorrow to discuss the shoot later in the week.
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