The previous day had seen us catching four buses to the small town of Angangueo, Michoacán, Mexico. There had been debates along the way between my boyfriend and I as to whether we should continue. Everytime we had to change buses we would ask for directions and get contradictory and impractical answers. The buses decreased in size as we went along, becoming more and more for local use. We reached one small, unwelcoming town and sat on the gutter for about half an hour debating our options. It was mid-to-late afternoon, there was a chance that we would become stranded in one of these small towns and not be able to make it that night to the destintaion. We weren't sure about accomdation availability, and we were starting to get pretty low on money, not having discussed the finances before the trip. He was starting to get pretty pesimistic - it didn't make much sense why such a famous attraction would be so difficult to reach without a tour. While I couldn't deny this, I also still wanted to go. We moved to sit on some steps, and watched a small store that was selling roast chicken, while my boyfriend complained about hunger. Eventually we decided to continue, it was starting to get late and the chances of getting stuck somewhere were increasing.
Needless to say, we made it, despite my strong stomach pains, after catching a small, old, US-style school bus up to the Santuario El Rosario. We were greeted sleepily after walking the 50 minutes at 3000 metres to the site of the annual Monarch Butterfly migration. The vast majority of the butterflies were inactive due to the cold weather. I like how the sleeping ones look like barnacles on the trees, giving it a surreal touch, while the one butterfly who is awake adds a sense of optimism.