The truth is out there?

Trip Start Aug 17, 2009
Trip End Jun 30, 2010

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Flag of United States  , New Mexico
Sunday, December 6, 2009

Oh my word, Greyhound Buses are quite something!  The journey from Flagstaff to Roswell was one of the most stressful experiences of my life.  We had to transfer from one bus to another at Alberquerque at 2.30am, this would take us to another transfer at Las Cruses (which was the only one each day).  We found a huge queue of people waiting for this bus at Alberquerque, we soon found out that they had been waiting for a previous bus south that had shown up full, so it was unlikely that everyone would get on our scheduled bus.  They were right, there were only 4 seats available!  A riot nearly ensued, one passenger actually called the police to come and sort out the chaos!  We were told that we would have to wait 24hours and hope that there would be room for us to get on that bus, but there would be no guarentees on this!

Completely infuriated after complaining and questioning the Greyhound staff for hours we wandered out into the bitter cold morning air at about 7am.  We quickley found the nearest motel and checked in, somewhat delerious after the previous hours drama.  We bought in food from the local taco stand, ate then slept.  We were awoken at 11pm by screaming from outside our door, then the phone rang, the motel manager asked me to come down to reception.  As I got to the office he apologised and said he thought the screams had come from our room, at this point a man burst out of the room next to ours screaming again "Help! He's beating on me!  He won't let me leave".  At this point the screaming man was dragged back into the room by a burly arm, and the door slammed shut.  The manager phoned the cops and sent us back to our room.  The cops came, the manager ejected the guys from the room with the aid of the patrolmen and then came and apologised to us.  We just laughed it off, but there was no chance of sleeping anymore so we packed up and set off to the bus station hoping to get to the front of the queue.

We were about 4th in line, this was not good.  We were right to worry, as we found out by pestering the staff that the bus coming was possibly full and there would be a chance that we would not get on the bus again.  The bus did not arrive on time, and the crowd (many we recognised from the night before) grew restless.  I asked the shift manager what was going on, he told me that there were only 6 spots on the bus that was running late.  He said that we would get on it as he planned to get his security stuff to bundle us past the queue!  I was in shock at this proposed plan, that only seemed to be in place as we were the most vociferous passengers in our complaints.  As I returned to the queue and relayed the news to Kristina the bus arrived, the crowd surged to the door, and the security staff appeared shouting at Kristina & I to push through to the front.  We got through and were guided onto the near full bus, we made it!  But we felt so guilty that we had this preferencial treatment, and were subjected to such a freeforall!

We arrived in Roswell very tired and very angry with the whole Greyhound experience.  But we decided to email our complaints to them, and forget about it for now and move on.  Ok, so Roswell is shite.  We need not have gone to all the trouble to get there. We thought it would be a fun, tounge in cheeck kind of place, with lots of weird and funny places cashing in on the alien abduction saga.  Well the town is mostly dominated by the military acadamey, with a few UFO themed shops and one incredibly lame UFO museum.  The locals are pretty rednecky, and there is not really a tourist based community there.

The UFO museum is so so lame it is actually quite funny.  But it is not fair that you should have to pay for the poor qulaity of the exhibts.  It is not that the subject matter is shoddy, which it is, but more that it is all displayed so badly that is the problem.  It is reminicent of a school project display, except worse.  We had fun though, we laughed a lot and made the most of this weird little New Mexico outpost.

But please, don't bother with Roswell.  Oh,and Alberberquerque is a swear word to Kristina & I now.  So please don't say the "A" word around us!
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