The Road to Puebla

We left the Bristol this morning, and made our way to the Greyhound station across the street. We had gotten our actual tickets the night before, and so all we had to do was wait for the bus. And wait we did! The bus was a half-hour late.

We made our way to San Ysidro, where we got to push a button to figure out if our bags would be checked. Jason pushed the button. 'Pase'. No check for Jason. Shel pushed the button. 'Pase'. No check for Shel, either. Hooray!

We got to the airport, checked our bags, and sat in the waiting area until the plane was ready. We met a couple of other Americans on their way to Puebla; they were also catching the plane in Tijuana because it was much cheaper than flying from San Diego.

The plane made stops in Hermosillo and Guadalajara before arriving in Puebla. We ate plenty of cacahuetas estilo japonesa (Japanese-style peanuts) on the way.

At the airport in Puebla, we caught a taxi to the hotel with our new friends, Richard and Larry. They sold us 200 pesos for $20, and they even paid for the taxi! Thanks, guys!