I walked out of the terminal with my backpack tightly clinched across my chest to ward off the criminals.
I read the travel guides. I saw Man on Fire. Kidnapping was my real fear.
That’s why I decided to skip Mexico City (pics). Instead I was heading to Cuernavaca, but to get there, I had to take a bus through the capital which had the second highest kidnapping statistic in Latin American.
But, Mexico City was not where it happened.
We pulled up to the bus stop and I re‐read the warning from my travel guide:
“Do NOT take the green taxis. The yellow cabs are safe.”
That seemed simple enough — until I got off the bus at midnight and a line of green taxis was all that was waiting for me.
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