U not the thousands of areas in which Europe leads is light years ahead of public transport. In Colombia, the taxi is a common means of transportation and cheap, is not a luxury is a necessity. In Europe, the taxi is a luxury. I was determined to leave Colombia, if I wanted to turn my arrival to the homeland in a nightmare it was essential to take a taxi, he would not understand the subway map on the computer that had much less to expose myself to a loss. When picking up the suitcase (which was less traumatic than I had been warned there was no review of cavities or much less) followed the crowd and get a taxi stand, I went as it was logical to first in line and got to my small suitcase and a briefcase that was all my luggage. I must admit that all this way from the door of the plane to the taxi was quite scary, as the train went through the airport and walk about 10 kilometers to go. By getting on the taxi I was relieved and relaxed It was 12 noon and the heat was similar to my land, the cab driver was a middle-aged guy, friendly and talkative, I told him answering questions coming from Colombia to study a month in the Complutense, travel hard about 30 minutes and the taxi left me right in front of the door of the Colegio Mayor Ximénez de Cisneros. My desire was to get the course to not be punished because he had begun two days earlier and could not have a third failure, I asked at reception and had to reach Gaztambide 65 , the lady gave a map and what I mean. The best thing was to walk. I lost myself, walk about 3 miles more under the harsh sun, reaches the CEV at about 13 and 30 pm tired and dead last night in the plane had not slept at all, I have the bad habit of not being able to sleep on long trips. I explained the situation at school and told me they were waiting for and the course of the morning had gone and it was to the evening to avoid the failure No.3. Since the course began at 15:00 I had half an hour to eat something so I went down and the beer is in front Gaztambide CEV take me two iced teas and ate potato chips and olives. To return to school after class trying to memorize WALK the course he had done to get that night I slept like a baby.
The next day take another taxi, another luxury that I noticed, was not willing to walk much, my feet hurt from walking the previous day, after school when I had met fellow who lived in the same school as me The walk was short and since that day I memorized the route to be made peacefully through the park west to la Moncloa and thence by Isaac Street Pear to Donoso Cortes and thence to Gaztambide.
That day I ventured to get on the Moncloa metro station, a number of escalators, tunnels and machines that made me reconsider. But not so soon relinquish my interest in exploring and walked, I asked and I walk back to my apartment, I was tired. The next day after school I stand in front of a vending machine, stick a one euro coin and buy a trip, went to the station of the Bank of Spain. first thing I did was look, wearing a subway map in hand and with the explanation I was given I was very aware of the trail station by station, subway offered me a new view of Madrid but still, people of all nationalities (I say this aspect of it) in the car where I got were people with physical features European, Latin American, Native , American, African, Arab. Those who had no books or magazines, wearing iPods or music players.
Thereafter the subway was an important ally in my conquest of the English city.
was very easy to learn how to use this means of transport, as a curiosity is serving 90 years of existence, (makes ninety Monteria years were pure donkeys and slabs). The maps seem difficult at first but then, as if to a matrix, you learn to read the codes and identify everything with great clarity. Toured several of the trips, I met many of the stations, some are very old and some very modern. The feeling of having it all about regardless of physical miles between one point and another, the experience for the first and only time during that month I was in Europe.
Now that I'm in Monteria again reflect on the years of difference that separate us from the development achieved by the old continent. I've always said that we we are in a sort of Medieval time we could not leave and that is expressed in all aspects of reality. Transport is one of those things, in Bogotá, which is the capital and Latin American cities, the issue of mobility is thick and difficult even for Peñalosa. Just this year there were studies for the metro and transmilenio helpful but not a complete solution, the mere fact of not getting to the airport is to me absurd. A Golden Career Center no less than 20 thousand dollars and if one comes to the city after nine at night a holiday can be 30 000.
And if we go down to Monteria the thing worse, certainly the size of the city helps the chaos is not greater, but still had the motorcycle taxi driver to meet the needs of mobility Monterianos.
Madrid's subway helps people to move swiftly through the city, the motorbike taxis in Monteria also do, not to the same security, but with more adrenaline.
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