Something to Behold

 

I never realized how many people are in Buenos Aires until a main subway line breaks down and 30,000 people emerge from the depths.

Around 6 pm I went to take subway line D from Catedral to Palermo. I wound up in the city center packed in with everyone else. There was no way out. You couldn’t move.

 

Throngs of people lined every block waiting for buses and traffic slowed to a snails pace.  If you felt like a yell now was the time.

I was surrounded by people screaming Spanish into their cell phones.

 

“Te pregunto a voz que puedo hacer?”  Talk about a nightmare, nothing more inconvenient than broken mass transit during rush hour.

 

I called my boss and told him the situation. He laughed and wished me luck. Thus began my taxi hunt. After 45 minutes of no luck I became aggressive.

 

I had my first cab fight last night. I stood my ground and yelled at a woman who tried to jump in front of me and steal my ride. I won and got in. Quickly afterwards I realized I may have  been better off walking to the other side of the city.

 

Fortunately my tardiness gave the wine time to breath and I arrive just before 8. We sampled 30 wines. Normally I spit but I drank in a few sips to ease my transit stress.

~ by aedlund on May 15, 2009.