Quito
Maynard
and surrounding towns don’t have public transport, apart from the school buses
and a service for senior citizens at certain times. Try hailing a taxi, and one
is likely to be stranded for a while. We are left with either our own cars,
bikes, or walking. Such is the
nature of suburban existence in New England.
It
is thus quite refreshing to live once again in an area where buses and taxis
dominate the traffic. It is all
the more entertaining to experience a more vibrant bus culture than is normally
found in the Western cities with which I am familiar. A ride here begins with a manifest statement of trust
non-existent in London or Boston. One simply climbs aboard with a nod of
acknowledgment to the driver perhaps, and then you only pay at the end of the
journey. Most trips cost the grand sum of 25 cents, though a trip to the next
town does stretch to 40 cents. That alone might seem to be enough to provide
satisfaction, but there is more.
Our
work day starts with a bus commute to one of three different markets around
Quito. The volunteers meet in the
UBECI office at around 8:45 in the morning (which for us is just two minutes
walk from our home) where we gather bags of toys, books, mats and other
supplies for the day. The bus stop
(Parada) is just around the corner too.
We rarely wait more than three to five minutes for the right one to
arrive with a conductor usually hanging half out of the door seeking out
potential riders. We clamber aboard, through either the front or rear door and
usually find a sit.
Within
minutes, we can expect the first round of commercial entertainment. This is not the TV feast of violent
movies or Latin soap operas one might find on long distance routes. Rather it
is a succession or traders with a wide assortment of goods to sell. Snacks such as candy, nuts, popsicles
and other items I have yet to identify, plus CD’s and videos make up the bulk
of the wares on offer. Each comes with a sales pitch of course, delivered with
varying degrees of enthusiasm and marketing talent. Some choose to make a short
speech before walking down the bus pushing items within inches of noses for
people to see, while others will give out some free samples hoping for some
payback (often effective). Each sales person may only be on the bus for just a
few minutes, stepping off to make way for the next one to enter soon
after. There appears to be a rule
that only one can work a bus at any one time, and they don’t seem to pay a
fare. I can only presume that
there is some kind of a licensing arrangement, official or otherwise.
The
music or video sales are hard to miss, as the pitch is accompanied by the
vendor carrying a battery-powered speaker or video player. The music may be
Michael Jackson, Gangnam Style, or, as was the case today, a cheesy mix of 118
Latino romantic songs (supposedly
all on one CD). Bob Esponja proved to be another short addition to the morning
commute. DVD and CD packets are
passed out for passengers to review, most of them returned to the vendor. I have not seen too many sales, but the
ongoing presence of such a business suggests that there is some value and
sustainability for those who put in the hard work.
Our
rides typically last about 20-30 minutes.
We descend onto a narrow and busy pavement where the conductor collects
the fares before the bus moves on, sometimes leaving behind a thick cloud of
fumes for us to avoid. Meanwhile, John Travolta and Olivia Newton John’s,
‘You’re the One that I Want’ greets us from a local store. We’re off to the market – o, o oooooo!
So fun to see into your world there!
ReplyDeleteLove your daily stories! Keep them coming!! Will expect to see some of that Salsa dancing when you get back. :)
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