I saunter in to the overcrowded ticketing area and scan for a way to the ferry. Some people are tossing bags onto an Xray conveyor past the sea of hundreds of sweaty, worried wannabe passengers . Bingo. I start cutting my way across. “excuse me, excusez-moi”. Knowing only how to order beer in Spanish I instinctively start spitting out grade ten level french skills. Damnit. What was that word MacKay kept using.. Disculpe? “Disculpe, Pardon, pardonnez-moi” I push my way through.
There’s a wall of poles with those blue retractable ribbons they use in airports to form lines. Noo nee noo I’ll just undo this one and a walk on through doo de doo.. whoopsie. A security guard sees me doing this and comes right over. I understand nothing of what he says and just show him the ticket stub James gave me. He’s totally baffled. I point to the 14:30 on the little stub. He motions for me to hold on and walks away talking on his walkie talkie. Hmmmm somethings wrong here. Ah well, when he’s not looking I go right over to the xray machine and plop my bag of many things on it. I snatch it from the other side and glance over at the security dude. He’s looking at me sternly with his talkie at his ear still. I put my arms up in the universal “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing” mime. He just shakes his head and waves me onward.
I meander through a long covered walk way and take a moment to snap a picture of the boat. Nice! Ahhh pretty comfy weather today. Doo de doo I get to the pier. Man, still can’t believe we got all that done today. Totally gonna get on this boat ohhh yeaaaaaa.. someone grabs my shoulder roughly. It’s another security guy on his talkie. He rambles off some very important sounding stuff. Damn, I really should have learned some Spanish. “Ahhhh boleto?” and I show him my stub. He too is baffled. “Regardez..er.. 2:30?” I point to the time on my stub. He gives me the “Stay put” mime and gets on his talkie. Hmmmmm what’s the deal here? He turns around and I decide everything’s cool so I keep walking towards the boat down the pier. I look back and he’s got the “What the hell man?” arms up mime. I give him the “Ya I know but ahhh, I don’t know” apology mime. He waves me on. Sweet! Getting on a boat!
Look at this boat. Pretty big (Get another pic). Totally getting out of La Paz today, can’t believe it. What a crazy time. Noo nee noo just walking up a ramp. Getting on a boat. Finally, gonna be on the road again! Clicking off miles, making up time, feeling pretty goo… uh oh another security guard. Maaaaaan. I show him my ticket, “Boleto?”. He waves “No”. He gives me the “Where’s the other part?” mime. “The one this size” mime. “Ahhhhh, this is all I’ve got. See 14:30pm?”, shrug mime. “Nope, not gonna happen”, authority mime. “Shit! I dunno Ahhh.. Je suis une grande jaune crayon?”. Now we’re both confused. Damnit! I’m sooooo close. “Am I really not getting on this damn boat!” disappoint mime. Head shake mime. WTF! And James is gonna be on it. Disconnected for 6 hours. And he doesn’t even own a phone. Who doesn’t own a fuckin…Clop cloppy clop. Footsteps from behind. Yep, security guard. Knew it. What the hell? He’s panting and sweating. He has some white card in his hand and he’s yelling something. “Jonathan Murphy?”. “Yeah, that’s me”. He hands me the white card. It’s a ferry ticket with my name on it. “Whoa! Muchas gracias!!” Totally getting out of La Paz today! I slink up the stairs and think, “Hmmm now where will James find me on this giant boat.” I mosey to the bar.