This past weekend, I went to meet up with one of my best
Peace Corps friends in Quelimane. There was also a Peace Corps event in
Quelimane over the weekend that was the National Science Fair. My plans were to have someone buy my bus
ticket on Thursday, go into Chimoio after class on Thursday, stay up all night,
and sleep on the bus that departed early (4AM Friday morning). My plan went about halfway smoothly. A friend bought my bus ticket on Thursday, I
got into Chimoio Thursday night, and that’s where my plan went downhill. I should’ve known I would be able to stay up
all night. At around midnight, I could
barely keep my eyes open and decided to take a nap. I set my alarm for 4AM (because I had found
out the bus really left at 5AM), and fell asleep.
Around 4:20, I got a call from Jamie, another volunteer that
was also traveling to Quelimane for Science Fair. I was excited to have someone to travel with,
so we made plans to meet up at 4:20 to walk to the paragem together.
Whoops! I hurriedly got my stuff
together and walked super fast to meet up with her. Just as I met up with her, I got a call from
the bus driver saying that I needed to get to the paragem immediately because
they were getting ready to leave. Of
course the only time Mozambicans are ever early is when I’m running late. I told him I was coming, and Jamie and I
picked up the rest of the science fair goers and booked it to the paragem.
Upon arriving at the paragem, we were greeted with a
mini-bus to Quelimane piled with both people and other things to
transport. I’m pretty sure there was at
least 6-8 feet of additional baggage piled on top of the bus. In front of the mini-bus there was another
almost full chapa. I was with about 8
other people for science fair, and they promptly told us that our group would
be split up into two groups, one to go in the minibus and the other to go in
the chapa. Me, being the lucky girl that
I am, got immediately chosen for the chapa.
Let me quickly explain the difference to you: Minibuses are exactly that, small buses. They normally have one comfy seat then an
aisle followed by two more comfy seats.
In the aisle, there is one more seat that folds down (notably less
comfortable than the other seats) and allows at least 6 more people to sit in
the bus. Chapas, on the other hand,
are more like minivans that at least 18 people are shoved in. There are normally 4 rows of seats. The back row is a bench that seats 3 people
comfortably (and according to Mozambican law), but 4 people must sit in. The three rows of seats in front of this back
bench include a half-bench and a fold down chair bench-extension thing. Four people also must sit across each of
these rows. Finally, there are normally
a few pieces of juttng out plastic behind the driver’s and passenger’s seat. There are normally 4 people sitting on this
piece of plastic with their legs intertwined with the people sitting in the
first row of benches, leaving zero personal space or room to breathe. There are also 2 people put in the front
seat. And you can’t forget the cobrador that normally stands by the
door, hunched over the second row of passengers.
Now….which sounds more comfortable to you?
Yeah, that’s what I thought.
And I was pissed when I found out my friends had arranged an actual seat
on the bus for me, but I had no proof and I didn’t want to be that white girl
that was too good to sit on a chapa. So
I sucked it up and got in the chapa.
After an uneventful and very crowded trip to Inchope where the turnoff
is located to go to the north, our chapa stopped. We were told we were going to wait there for
another car that was pre-arranged to pick us up and continue to Quelimane. After for waiting about a half hour on the
side of the road, people started to get angry and pretty vocal about their
complaints. They decided since there
were enough of us to fill a chapa, we might as well get in one and start on our
journey north. Soon after, we all piled
in the chapa (I luckily got in as one of the first people and didn’t have to
sit in a fold down seat), and proceeded to wait at least another half hour for
them to switch all of the things tied on the top of the chapa from one to the
other. Throughout this long and drawn out process, our original “pre-arranged”
ride showed up. It was the “maningue
nice” bus from Beira to Quelimane. We
had a discussion in the chapa about how we should get out and switch because it
would be much more comfortable, only for our original cobrador to come over and
tell us the maningue nice was full and we’d just have to go in the chapa. Outrage doesn’t even begin to cover it,
because this dude took our money not even knowing that we would have been able
to get to Quelimane. How
irresponsible! What a jerk! Seriously.
So that’s how I was in the predicament where I ended up
sitting in a chapa for 12 hours. At
first, it was pretty miserable with my huge backpack on my lap, no air, and
lack of sleep. At our first stop to go
to the bathroom I rearranged my stuff, putting my backpack under the seat in
front of me, and giving myself a much more comfortable rest of the ride.
After about 6 hours in the chapa, we arrived in Caia,
Sofala. We all got out of the chapa, and
people took off in different directions to find something to eat. I went with three other people that were on
their way to science fair, and we found a little barraca that sold chicken and rice/xima to go. They decided that we had enough time to sit
down and eat quickly. That’s about when
I looked up and saw our chapa driving off.
I immediately called it to their attention and they didn’t seem
fazed. “It’ll come back,” they
said. “It won’t just leave us.” I tried to play it cool, like the whole
situation wasn’t putting me on the edge of an anxiety attack, but what I really
wanted to do was run after the chapa and at least get my backpack (containing
my laptop) out of it. We continued to sit
at this barraca for at least another 15-20 minutes as my colleagues leisurely
ate their lunch and I sat waiting in anxiety, not even eating my lunch because
I’d lost my appetite. When they
finished, I nonchalantly suggested that we should probably go find the chapa
that abandoned us, and they all slowly agreed.
After walking to the main road and looking around for a little while, my
colleagues started to get worried, therefore causing me to be in full-out panic
mode. One of my colleagues made some calls
as we continued to wait around and wonder how the heck we were going to get our
stuff back. About 5-10 minutes later, we
looked down the road and saw the chapa coming towards us. I honestly don’t know what the heck they were
doing during the time they disappeared, but I was so happy to see it at that
point that it really didn’t matter what the heck happened. I got back into the chapa with an
unbelievable sense of relief and feeling a lot cooler, since I used the break
from the chapa to change into some athletic shorts instead of the jeans that I
was wearing before.
About 4 hours later, we made our last chapa transfer with
just a little over an hour to go. After
about 30 minutes of transfer time, we headed out on our last leg. I was noticeably more comfortable since I was
sitting by a window and could control the air temperature.
At around 5 pm, I rolled into the central market in
Quelimane. After getting out of the
chapa, immediately a man tried to reach into my purse and grab my phone. I caught him and gave him a nasty
look/lecture about how he can’t steal from me.
He reluctantly gave my phone back, and I got on a bike taxi and headed
to meet my friend. I promptly got a beer
and tried to forget the previous 12 hours.
Besides the rough time getting to Quelimane, the weekend was
great! I got to see lots of PCVs that I
hadn’t seen in a long time, and it was really interesting to attend the science
fair that I might be helping with next year.
The trip home was much less eventful - in a good way. I hitchhiked back with another PCV that lives
in Chimoio, and we scored a good ride with a Mozambican chefe (boss) all the way to Inchope. From there we got another ride to Chimoio,
and I made the final leg of the trip by myself to Messica from Chimoio, arriving
at about 4:30 pm. I spent today catching
up on some sleep, grading tests that I gave last week, and preparing my lessons
for the week.
golden goose
ReplyDeletegolden goose outlet
supreme clothing
golden goose sneakers
golden goose outlet
goyard
supreme clothing
supreme hoodie
adidas yeezy
goyard
replica bags in gaffar market try this site l4q51r0a35 replica bags in pakistan replica bags delhi anonymous h0k56h6e71 replica bags hermes have a peek at this web-site n8m07a0x59 louis vuitton fake best replica bags online 2018 s8c08f1l28
ReplyDeletereplica bags high quality Click Here p0l25x3f03 replica bags wholesale india replica bags nyc gucci replica j5u51i5q22 replica bags bangkok replica bags online uae useful link s3g29r8g59 replica bags philippines wholesale
ReplyDeletex4k85b3v88 p6r59v0w57 k0i21g3o92 h5v96r6o29 d6f41w1i08 s4t29d2n14
ReplyDelete