After spending a few days in San Cristobal exploring the town and the various markets, we were excited to continue our journey to another area of Mexico. We packed our bags again and headed to the bus station to catch a bus that would take us form San Cristobal to Oaxaca over night.
As we carried all of our luggage through the streets that evening, we were extra cautious of where our luggage was at all times thanks to the lesson we learned on the boarder of Guatemala and Mexico.
About 30 mins later, we arrived at the bus station at 9pm and purchased our tickets. The streets were dark but I knew I was going to be hungry on the bus so as Quinn & Kaylee watched the luggage inside the station, Caira and I ran to get a street torta for the overnight bus trip.
As we were running down the streets I realized that we were running through the areas that tourists don’t experience–probably for safety reasons. It is never good to stand out in a dangerous area, but sometimes (and in this case) it’s unavoidable.
As we arrived back at the bus station the bus was loading on passengers. We were hoping that this bus was going to be a bit nicer than the overnight chicken bus that Quinn & I experienced when traveling from Nicaragua to Guatemala. We grabbed our stuff and got on the bus ourselves and the bus was very impressive. The nice charter bus chairs reclined and provided us with plenty of space to get comfortable and fall asleep during the long ride.
We all sat down at our pre assigned seats. The girls closed their eyes to fall asleep while I started chowing down on my pork torta. The juicy meat smelled delicious as I decorated it with four different flavorful salsas. I ate it in five minutes flat and minutes later I was fast asleep.
Suddenly, I awoke with a massive cramp in my stomach and realized that the bus was at a rest stop in the middle of no where. I ran off the bus to the restroom to relieve my pain. As I jumped back on the bus the girls giggled knowing that it was the torta that got the best of me. We stayed up the rest of the evening into the early morning staring out of the window at rural Mexico. Looking from the window out, these areas looked very similar to the beautiful rural areas of Guatemala and Nicaragua. We couldn’t wait to get off the bus and explore.
We arrived at the bus station unsure of where to go to find a hostel to rest our heads. The feeling of excitement came over us all and masked our exhaustion of getting only a few hours of sleep on the bus. With no smart phones or GPS, we grabbed a map and started exploring this new city the old fashioned way.