BEDA - April 18th

Today, I got up at 2pm...and I have a perfectly good reason for that. So now bashing it. Yesterday, after the soccer tournament, we went to get food, and I'm not sure what the exact time was, but I would say somewhere around 6 or 6:30. It was still plenty light out, and it was still hot. SO I'm going to go with somewhere right around 6-ish. The drive from Ensenada back to Vicente Guerrero is somewhere between a 2 to 2.5 hours drive. Not any more. So let's do the math, shall we??

Estimated Departure time: 6:30
Estimated Trip Duration: 2.5 hours
Estimated Time Arrival: 9:00 PM
Actual Time Arrival: 12:15 AM
Actual Time Arrival Repeated: 12:15 AM WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED?!?!?!?!?!?! WHY SO LATE?!?!?!

I'll tell you. First, between Ensenada and Vicente Guerrero, there is this huge mountain range. Which essentially is...in the middle of nowhere. Every once in awhile, you'll see a little village, and occasionally, a bigger town. But up in the mountain part of the 2 hour drive, there's generally nothing. And guess what happened when we were on that part of the road? We broke down. Our big yellow bus full of kids broke down. It was great, stuck on the side of the road, in the pitch blackness of night. All the little younglings (younger than you, Karissa) were utterly freaking out. i was trying to sleep on the way home, so I was comfortably in my seat, and every 20 seconds, a new little kid would come bang on me and try to get me to help fix the bus. Like I know anything about fixing a bus. All the other kids were out on the road trying to wave cars down (which proved highly unsuccessful, considering that after about an hour, not a single car stopped). It was quite amusing though, watching the difference in reactions from the older kids to the younger ones. The older ones were having a blast with it, standing out by the road trying to wave down semis easily going 80 MPH. The bus would shake every time one went by. Who knows why, but for some reason, a little after we'd been sitting there for an hour, a police car drove by, turned around, and talked with our driver for awhile. Of course, in epic Mexican style, all 20 of us kids outside get the policeman in the passenger seat to get out and pose for a picture with everyone in front of his flashing vehicle. To say the least, he did not look excited at all. Apparently that's not part of their job description here. Whatevs. He liked it. Now he's famous. So that policeman called a mechanic and left, so we waited for awhile longer to wait for the mechanic to get there. Finally, he showed up, did a little tinkering with who knows what. It started up, and we followed him back to his shop. Once there, we waited awhile longer while he did what mechanics do best. We got back on the road, and fro there on, stopped every 20 minutes or so. I still have yet to figure out why. We just pulled over for a few minutes, and then started driving again.

Come 12:15 AM we finally parked back at the mission. I don't know where all the time went...but it was a freakishly long drive. And I was sunburned. And tired. And sore. Aaaaand I got a huge cramp right at the end of our last game. It was not pleasant. Iw as so ready to be home. It was just great.

Great day in Ensenada, but I was happy to be home.