Backpacking Mexico // Week 8: Bus Rides From Hell

(Tuxtla Gutiérrez, Chiapas / July 9, 2017)

I just finished embarking off a 12 hour bus ride, yep 12 hours of curves, awkward pee breaks, and trying to catch some sleep every so often. The bus ride began at 6:30 PM in Puerto Escondido, Oaxaca. I’m not one for over night bus rides because I’d rather prefer paying for a room to be able to sleep better on a bed then in an awkward bus seat that my knees almost pop through. The buses in Mexico aren’t to bad though, some of them can even feel like your on a mini airplane. Luckily this bus was a nicer one, not the nicest but nicer.

I started this bus ride off on the right foot or so I thought eating a Twinkie. I felt sick for the next 3 hours. It was a combination of my throat feeling plugged by this delicious pastry and the crazy curves in the road. The only thing that made this better was when I dozed off, hours just passed by like it was nothing. But I couldn’t help but feel bad for the poor guy driving this steel horse. I wonder if bus drivers just bump huge lines of coke when they get tired. Like they just casually look around and then act like they dropped something really import in their laps and then oops. I know many Rock N Roll drives did it and still do so I wonder if the same hold true for a bus drive. I know if I had to drive a bus for 12 hours I would have holes in my nose quicker then Steven Tyler could fall off a stage at Sturgis South Dakota.

The bus got to it’s final destination at about 6:30 AM. I was glad when I stepped of that horse and knew that I wouldn’t have to saddle up for another ride in a long while. I got a taxi and off into the sunset I was with my 25lb backpack, my 10lb side pack, and my trusty skateboard. I knew that more adventures await within my little time still left in Mexico.

T. Rietz

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