05.01.2012 - 05.01.2012
Derek, Chad, Patrick, Alexandra, and I were elated about being on a nice, ghetto-free bus from the border to Liberia, Costa Rica.
But when we got off the bus in Liberia, there were 5 buses ready to leave the bus station and we needed to figure out which bus it was, FAST!
We found our bus but the bus driver was in a hurry. He quickly gestured for us to put our bags in the bottom compartment of the bus before we could get on. We were all sweating from heat, tired from carrying our bags, and there was a lot of commotion as we rushed to put our bags into the bottom compartment of the bus. However, we were quite distracted by a sound from a tiny old lady holding a bag of mangos:
Tiny Lady: Mango? Mango? Mango?
Derek: No gracias.
Tiny Lady: Mangomangomangomango?
Chad: Open the hatch!
Bus Driver: HONK!!! HONK!!!!
Derek: I am trying! It's stuck!
Bus Driver: HONK!!! HONK!!! HONK!!!
Tiny Lady: Mango? Mango? Mango? Mango?
Patrick: Here! It's open put it in!
Tiny Lady: Mangomangomangomango...
Chad: what the? Who the...??
Derek: Oh! No gracias seniorita... no mango gracias....
Tiny Lady: Ok! Mango? Mango? Mango? Mango?
Chad: All the bags are in!!
Derek: No gracias!!
Bus Driver: HONK!!! HONK!!! VROOOOOM VROOOOM!!!!
Tiny Lady: mangomangomangomangomangomangoMANGOMANGOMANGOMANGO!!!
Even as we ran into the bus she yelled out to us through the window saying:
At bus stations we sometimes look around in fear, hoping we don't run into the mango lady.