The bus to Mexico City was a quick six hours. Arid mountain scrubland passed outside the window. I dozed on and off.I was 80 days into my trip, and the constant travel and planning had caught up with me long before. Travel isn't as much a vacation as it is a job you take on, … Continue reading Guanajuato and Zacatecas
The rain followed me to San Cristobal. I thought, on the twisting road through the Chiapas highlands, that I'd outrun it on the six hour bus ride, but it was there, waiting, as I walked out of the bus station in San Cristobal. I should've taken a taxi to my hotel, but I was wearing … Continue reading San Cristobal and Oaxaca
It was raining our final morning in Caye Caulker, downpouring. The power went out at 4am, before a generator kicked on. I woke up with a start and looked at my phone to make sure we hadn't overslept. At that point, we were both awake. I went outside to take down the clothes we had … Continue reading Caye Caulker to Palenque, Mexico
The bus ride to Belize City was uneventful. The bus never got overcrowded, and it was hot but not unbearable. It wasn't raining, so the windows could be kept open allowing for a breeze, and since it was direct, there wasn't much stopping and starting along the way. We walked the ten minutes to the … Continue reading Caye Caulker
I could've taken a taxi to the airport to meet S, but that would've been expensive, $25. Instead, I walked to the bus station, allowing plenty of time for error. A man, seeing me looking at the bus schedule, asked me where I was going, and when I told him Ladyville, said that the buses … Continue reading Black Rock Lodge
I rose early in the morning, catching the 6:20am collectivo van to the Honduras/Guatemala border at El Florido. It was a twenty minute ride, and I passed out of Honduras and into Guatemala without any trouble. I wasn't even asked to pay the 10 Quetzal ($1.25) bribe that I thought was standard when entering Guatemala. … Continue reading A Sprint through Guatemala to Belize City
The four hour trip to Copan Ruinas started auspiciously when I showed up at the bus station and a man told me the 9:45am bus had broken down and the next bus wasn't leaving until 11am. I sat down on a rock to wait. At 10:45, I went to find the bus. There was no … Continue reading Copan Ruinas
