In an overdue attempt to bring my blog back to life, I decided to take the first post back to my days taking the train on the TBA line (Trenes de Buenos Aires), back when I was living in the lovely Florida neighbourhood, in the borough of Vicente Lopez.
(Florida is a nice neighbourhood in the suburbs of BA, where I lived for a good year and a half)
Nowadays, I mainly
colectivo (bus) it up, take the
subte (underground), or largely walk to where I need to get to, but in England as much as in Argentina; the train is still my favourite way to travel.
The Twenty-Second of September 2009.
So, many times when you take the train here it can be a bit of an experience, I guess it depends what time you travel and at what time of year (I say this in reference to the weather and how it affects the journey), but there is usually something random going on that catches you eye, either while you're on the train or at the station.
On this particular day back in '09, on my way to teach English in the afternoon, I took the train from Florida to Ministro Carranza. Often often oftentimes, the train stations here don't have
monedas (change in coins) and since a trip on the train costs you 80 centavos.... err if you have a 2 peso bill.... the ticket bloke is gonna be pissed off with you. Anyway coins or no coins, in this particular case I had actually arrived to the station a little late, catching the train by the skin of my teeth. So, basically I didn't pay.
Now, I do believe this was the first time I had taken the train without having paid (having a strict English "you must pay!", with failure do so, causing a £20 pound fine or something crap like that... knowing that yes, they do check, and no, you can't get out of it), apart from on Sundays.
(... my cousins taught me years ago that on Sundays, the train is "free"... really, no-one works at small station ticket offices on Sundays, therefore no-one sells tickets, none are bought; leading to none being checked, just a simple a "buy at destination" sign on the ticket office window....)
So, this time around, I had gotten all the way to my destination (Ministro Carranza) and then I realised I might be a little screwed. On the trains they do have signs (perhaps a little ripped and faded, but they're still there) stating that if you get caught without a ticket, you have to pay a fine of $10 (pesos, not dollars... calm down). Now, $10 pesos is rather a lot, considering the cost of a ticket being a mere 80 cents. hmm.
As the crowds swarmed hurridly up the platform to the station exit, I hung back, kept cool, and tried to walk through the open gate un-noticed, but unfortunately there are guards right there.... checking tickets.
Ugh.
So, I make my way up and realise that I'm not the only perpetrator to commit this awful crime. There are 4 of us.
The man: "Why haven't you got a ticket, Where did you get on?"
Myself: "Florida sir, but they didn't have any monedas."
(meanwhile, someone else is giving the exact same story, saying they came from Florida too.... excellent! I had an accomplice. At the same time, another lady started a huge fuss and started shouting at one of the guards telling him, "why should I have to pay for a ticket, you are crazy, this government, this country! blaaaaaa.....")
So. The man looks at me in disbelief like.. nah. Let me phone Florida to check (meanwhile I'm thinking, shit, never in my life have these bastards been so thorough (and this never happened again afterward trust me)). So he calls Florida and he checks.
They had monedas. Damn.
Thinking that I was definitely screwed (I don't remember actually having any money on me bar like $4 pesos), the man continued:
"You can't pass through without a ticket"
(in my head it went more like a monotonous... "mmallalablaalabalaa")
Ok. It was time to negotiate.
Myself: "Te juro mister, there really were no monedas, please sir, please".
(Meanwhile the crazy bitch who before was shouting was now lookin' like she's about to explode with veins popping and such things.. "hijo de puta! aaaaaaaaa!").
Pretty much, the conversation repeated itself. On and on. "No you can't pass," but "please", but "no", but "please", but "pay bitch", but "no".........
Remember there were another 3 people going through the same ordeal, also all refusing to pay the $10. I thought I'd be really nervous about getting caught like this, however it was pretty hilarious to hear the other peoples stories, and sadly enough... a bit thrilling for my saddo self to be "going against the law". Ooo.
Suddenly, (well not that suddenly, perhaps another 10 or so minutes later, with me thinking the crazy bitch was about to throw one of the three guards on to the tracks) and after a joint "vive la resistance" act by the group, and an added "why the fuck should we pay" act (you can see how it turned around from an Oliver Twist-esque, awkard sorry faced plea- to a Rage Against the Machine, fuck the system kind of attitude), the bloke is like OK.
The man: "At least one fine of $10 is to be paid. Split it between you, I don't care, just at least one fine has to be paid."
You gotta hand it to the bloke, I personally would have buggered off myself if I were him by that point...
So, everyone seemed ok with that, I wanted to get the hell out of there (as I was now late for my class) with the added bonus of having a splitting headache from crazy bitch and her attitude (who by the way was a little slow on the uptake, and continued arguing... I had to say errm excuse me, we are paying $2 each... give me the money).
$2 pesos. I collected the cash and paid.
Had been fined, had argued, had wrecklessley fought the system. (sort of).
Nothing like England. . . . .however, perfect for a great conversation in my English class though.....
Hasta pronto, where I will detail more fun random stories!
M