Remember the Alamo!

Located in San Antonio we stayed at a KOA and traveled by public transit bus to downtown where the Alamo is.
Almost more interesting than the Alamo was our trip to and from the Alamo. We were sitting on the bench waiting for the bus when a pickup pulls up to the bus stop and a black man gets out and approaches us. He started talking to us and was using some pretty foul language and drinking beer or ale that was concealed in a bag. He looks like a drug addict. He asks where we are going and we tell him the Alamo. The bus pulls up and we all get on. He continues trying to have a conversation with us. He begins making calls on his cell phone and each time he seems to be talking in a different language. Finally he is laying down in his seat and whispering so low we can't hear him. He gets off the phone and says he is getting off at the same spot as us. He says he'll tell us when to get off. I get up and walk to thee front of the bus and explain to the driver we are not familiar with the area and want to go to the Alamo. I ask him to tell us when to get off. He agrees. Awhile later our drug addict friend tells us this is where we need to get off. I stand up and we all walk to the front of the bus and the drug addict gets off expecting me to follow. I ask the driver if this is it and he says no, we get off at the next stop. The door closes and the drug addict is standing on the sidewalk looking disappointed that we didn't get off with him. We were thinking that he was calling his friends to meet us and rob us ..... OR WORSE...to have their way with ME!! Not this time scary, black, drug addict, guy!! Needless to say we kept looking over our shoulder for the bad guys. Kind of put a damper on our visit to the Alamo. Next stop is the Riverwalk.