Our departure from Chicago was pushed from 6 am to 7 am. No more delays thank goodness. Flight left on time and was pretty uneventful. I mostly slept. We had really been up since the night before so we were exhausted.
We've arrived in Mexico City (MEX). I've never been through this airport before. It sounds like we have to go through immigration before we go to our gate.
I was correct. We had to hit the Mexico immigration desk and get our passports stamped for entry and walk back through a separate hallway adjacent to the one we took to get to immigration. In reality it is the same hallway, just divided in two by a glass wall. Once through immigration, we had to go back down the hallway we first took again in order to get to our gate. Let’s just say that we got to know that hallway quite well. At the gate we had to check in at the desk. It won’t be long before we board. Now boarding for Guatemala City!
More sleeping on the plane. We got to catch some of the scenery below. Sounds like we’ll be arriving shortly – flight is running on time.
Landed! {That quick exclamation made me think of BorisJ} Now we get to grab the luggage – ugh! Baggage claim didn’t take long. There were attendants there that wanted to help us with our bags for a tip of course. It really isn’t necessary. They have luggage carts by the conveyor belt that you can use for $0 unlike in the U.S. Loading up the bags and heading through customs. No bag checks – yay! Off to the exit…
I made no arrangements to get picked up. Mom said that her friend’s family would be there to pick us up. We have to give them all these bags – we’ll be much lighter after that. I think we’re staying with them for a night or two. They live about an hour away from the airport. Mom needs to carry out her task to get this to this family. After that we’ll be staying with my good friend’s aunt in Mixco, close to Guatemala City.
Ok, so it’s 4:30 pm, we’re at the exit and we have no idea if anyone is here to pick us up. My mom met her friend’s mom once before so she kind of remembers what she looks like. It looks hot outside so we’re just inside the exit. If we exit, we can’t come back inside so we’re just hanging out looking out at the crowd that’s waiting for their friends and family trying to pick someone out. There are attendants outside ready and waiting – scratch that, they are insisting on helping us with our bags even when we haven’t stepped out yet. We keep telling them that we’re waiting for some people and that they haven’t arrived, but they keep asking. They are getting restless – like sharks being taunted with bloody flesh. One guy even wanted to make a deal with us to let us use his cell phone for some cash. Grrrr! I really find this to be annoying. Is that bad of me???
Ok, worst case scenario, I could call my friend’s aunt. Ummm, maybe not. She sent me an email with all the info – address, phone number, etc. – and I forgot to write it down and there are no infamous “internet kiosks” to be found. Ooops!
Wait a minute! Mom recognized someone. Whew! An hour after we landed we have our ride! Through the restless sharks we must go. These guys are realizing that we’re about to exit & they are licking their chops. Barely a foot out the door and they all swarm wanting to help us despite us insisting that we’re fine and don’t need help. They persist, following us left and right. Relentless. We’re headed to the loading area just a few paces ahead and the family picking us up is waiting for their son to drive up with the pickup. The most persistent attendant just grabs one of the cars that we had to push it a few inches. That was his in. Blast! He’s quickly realizing that it’s going to be a bit of time before the pickup pulls up. His internal conflict becomes apparent – should he wait? Should he go help someone else that’s ready to go? But, no, he has to stay and at least get something from us – after all he did push the cart a few inches for us. He’s entitled to some cash and he’s not about to let someone else move in on his kill and reap the reward he earned. Not when the scent of Americans is strong as is the promise of USD’s! It’s true, all three of us are definitely not tan and they don’t quite place us as Latinos despite our impeccable Spanish. They are not buying it. He tries to multitask keeping a finger’s hold on our cart while attempting to grab someone else’s bag and throw it into a car. It’s a bit of a stretch…but in some Cirque de Soleil-like feat, he manages it.
I wish I could use the force – “You need not help us” and “You will move on” with a Jedi hand wave. Alas, the force is not strong with this one. Blast! Once again.
The pickup is here! Loading up the bags now. Our guy throwing them in the back and earning a tip from the family that’s picking us up. Off to Squintla. Leaving the airport we get to see a bit of Guatemala City. You see a ton of little businesses and see some familiar U.S. brands – McDonald’s, Burger King, Shell. It’s high traffic time right now. This is going to be a slow ride L