November 19, 1997-Disco Bus
Sometimes the best entertainment in Mexico is close to free and totally unexpected.
The other night we took a bus to town and we experienced one of those times. The buses here are apparently either owned or permanently assigned to individual drivers who decorate them to suit their tastes and fancies. This one was decorated inside with colorful stickers for rock bands and hand painted names of his wife and kids. There were religious icons on the ceiling surrounded by tassels and fringe.
It was lighted inside by "black lights" and the driver played his stereo loudly. He was selecting all disco from the 80's on this trip. It was rush hour and the bus soon became jammed with commuters heading downtown to transfer to the suburban routes.
There were many young well dressed Mexicans, including a number of working mothers with babies picked up from day care and young men with brief cases. The night was a stormy one, with rain and wind, but warm, so the windows were open. This bus ride was an onslaught to our senses, the black light, the loud disco music, the dark hair, flashing smiles, and laughter of the Mexican passengers, and everything bouncing and swaying on the bumpy road which seemed to be in time to the music. Outside the palm trees were bending in the wind and the lights of Mazatlan reflected on the wet streets, and in the darkness you could see the whiteness of the huge surf pounding on the beach next to the road. We squeezed off at our stop and were almost wishing we could just stay on for the whole trip.
After our doctor's appointment we went to the Mazatlan version of Pioneer Square, (Old Town), stopped by the Angela Peralta Theater for a poster (temporarily out), and had some Pacifico beers with friends we ran into at a sidewalk cafe on the Plaza. We were delighted to find that the beers were $5 Pesos ($.65).
Going home two hours later we got the same bus, it was empty and the music had switched to Mexican folk, but it was still fun. A downpour happened as we ran back to our boat from the bus stop and we got back aboard laughing and drenched to the skin.
A fun filled night.
We'll write again soon.
Fred & Judy, SV Wings, Mazatlan
The other night we took a bus to town and we experienced one of those times. The buses here are apparently either owned or permanently assigned to individual drivers who decorate them to suit their tastes and fancies. This one was decorated inside with colorful stickers for rock bands and hand painted names of his wife and kids. There were religious icons on the ceiling surrounded by tassels and fringe.
It was lighted inside by "black lights" and the driver played his stereo loudly. He was selecting all disco from the 80's on this trip. It was rush hour and the bus soon became jammed with commuters heading downtown to transfer to the suburban routes.
There were many young well dressed Mexicans, including a number of working mothers with babies picked up from day care and young men with brief cases. The night was a stormy one, with rain and wind, but warm, so the windows were open. This bus ride was an onslaught to our senses, the black light, the loud disco music, the dark hair, flashing smiles, and laughter of the Mexican passengers, and everything bouncing and swaying on the bumpy road which seemed to be in time to the music. Outside the palm trees were bending in the wind and the lights of Mazatlan reflected on the wet streets, and in the darkness you could see the whiteness of the huge surf pounding on the beach next to the road. We squeezed off at our stop and were almost wishing we could just stay on for the whole trip.
After our doctor's appointment we went to the Mazatlan version of Pioneer Square, (Old Town), stopped by the Angela Peralta Theater for a poster (temporarily out), and had some Pacifico beers with friends we ran into at a sidewalk cafe on the Plaza. We were delighted to find that the beers were $5 Pesos ($.65).
Going home two hours later we got the same bus, it was empty and the music had switched to Mexican folk, but it was still fun. A downpour happened as we ran back to our boat from the bus stop and we got back aboard laughing and drenched to the skin.
A fun filled night.
We'll write again soon.
Fred & Judy, SV Wings, Mazatlan
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