We barely had any time to process our encounter with Officer Daniel before he pulled up to us again about five minutes later. “Where are you girls trying to go? I'll take you there,” he offered. Without hesitation, we asked him to take us to an arts center up ahead--pictured in my last post.
And that's how we ended up in a police car for the first time. We felt badass. A cage thingy separated us, the driver, and the trunk—we felt like proper criminals 😈. But once we stepped out of the car and he drove away, the fun slipped away with him. We were overcome with this feeling of not belonging, like when you’re picked last in gym class, but worse. We could feel the eyes of the locals staring at us, their gazes burning into our skin, and those who were in their cars acknowledged our presence by honking at us. Not even gonna talk about how rude that is.
Despite this, fearless me insisted that we stay a little longer; after all, we had already made it this far. But wait. Low and behold, Officer Daniel came back... again. This time, he asked us our names and gave us his business card. He said, “Listen, if you feel unsafe at any point, call this number, ask for my name, they’ll redirect you to me. I'll come pick you up and take you back to the city.” It was really sweet, getting a cop's number (there’s a first). I wish I could say that having his number reassured us of our safety, but it didn't. Too many eyes, too many honks. What astounded me was that people weren't even trying to hide their stares. Their necks would crane, follow us in whatever direction we walked, like we were animals in a zoo. We got a couple quick shots, and soon called it quits. Safety > Instagram, I guess.
Our initial thought was to take the bus back downtown, but I wanted to be cool and call Officer Daniel for a ride. Sure, it was unnecessary, but I could only think of the epic story that it would tell. So I called—long story short, the lady who picked up did not buy our case. We ended up taking the bus back. Even there, we looked like exotic creatures, and although we felt a bit better, safety was still a sketchy bus ride away. (tbc)
"Aquiares una vez más." La vida sigue su paso, y me sigue poniendo en el camino con mis amadas cataratas junto con nuevas amistades. Una vuelta por turrialba para reencontrarme con una de las primeras cascadas que fotografíe cuando empezaba.
Manchester 🌸 this red sunset is dedicated to all the children that lost their lives today. All the innocent children that didn't make it through another day in this world. A world in which children couldn't be spared for going out to a concert to have fun and enjoy themselves. Our thoughts goes towards the ones affected. Let's put a stop to terror ✋
📷 Janice Qualls