Feelin' Cabby

Rachelle Towers

Feelin' Cabby

Sleeping in is always nice, and it also seems constantly out of reach I think to myself as Teo and I stumble out of bed to find we have missed the public bus to Rivas and maybe the ferry to Ometepe. We agree we should go to bed earlier next time we have early plans but we both know that's not going to happen. So we missed the bus? What now? I absolutely dread taking cabs, and Im completely untrusting of cab drivers. If I had a dollar for every time a cab driver overcharged, tried convincing me that the bus was not running today or how I had just missed the last one in an attempt to get me and my empty wallet into their car I would be able to hire a private chauffeur for the rest of my sloth-like existence. So being that Murphy & his laws rule the universe; here we were, in a cab, going to San Jorge to catch the ferry. Hooray.