There aren’t many bargains for the traveler but one is sightseeing buses you find in large South American cities.
These double deck buses run routes through the city like a regular bus but they stop at multiple tourist destinations where you can exit and sight see, and catch the bus home on its next return.
This big pink bus is parked a half block from my front door and with ticket in hand I follow a bunch of school kids aboard. To the very top deck most of us go and put on headphones that let us listen to guided commentary in our home language.
The kid’s teacher is a short slender young woman wearing sunglasses and a ball cap, a scarf thrown around her neck, pink tennis shoes and a large carry all bag. She has had to monitor the entire ride, especially the boys. There are always students who are high maintenance. Without them, a teacher’s job would be a breeze.
This sightseeing bus is like riding on the broad back of an elephant as natives scamper out of your way,clouds drift above like laundry caught by the wind.
The kid’s class photo, taken after a day of touring, is cute, and, for some of these kids, this outing will be remembered fondly at school reunions where winners look like losers and losers have morphed into knockouts.
I remember my teaching days and miss the energy of the kids.
Today, I ride to scout Montevideo. Tomorrow, I will get another ticket and go back to special places that deserve more time to see, Punta Carrera, the National Museo of Futball. the Shopping Mall.
Pink isn’t a color I like much, but this twenty dollar bus ride, today, gives me hope that Uruguay will be a smooth exciting stimulating enlightening ride after all.