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She told me to go to the ADO Second Class window and left for her office. At the ADO
window I asked for a ticket to Edzna and was told, "No, you have to take a
colectivo
."
Another woman stepped forward and spoke in English. "You need ticket bus." That phrase
sounded strange to me. She said, "Take a taxi to ticket bus." I wrote it down on the same
paper that said Central Terminal.
I asked her, "Is ticket bus the right word in Spanish?"
"Yes, yes, ticket bus."
In front of the bus terminal a taxi driver was anxious for a fare. I asked if he could take me
to "ticket bus." That confused him. My request and accent made no sense to him. I tried
to explain about Edzna, the
colectivo
.
He saw my note, took it and spoke with another driver. "Yes, I can take you.” I got in the
taxi, and he started to drive to Central Terminal.
I jabbered, not very coherently, about the
Mercado
where I had transferred and maybe
there would be colectivos. Finally, I pointed the way and took my chances.
At the Mercado, I left the taxi, and a few questions later I found the
colectivos
. But the
Edzna colectivo would not leave until 10 a.m. It was only 8:25 a.m. All the buses, taxis,
help and mistakes were so efficient that I hadn't lost much time. I was ten blocks from
Hotel Lopez, plenty of time to walk back and hope for a tour to Edzna.
At five to nine, I asked Mary if I could still catch a tour to Edzna. She phoned Xtampak
Tours. "You're the only one, would you pay 250 pesos?" she asked.
"Fine," I said.
"The guide will pick you up in fifteen to twenty minutes," she said.
The hotel restaurant was now open and I'd have just enough time for a quick breakfast in
the hotel's cafe. I ordered and said, “Rush, please.”
