Actually, quite pleasant, if you can believe that. Though, we got off to a rocky start. Bridget drove me to the pick up point (Texaco in Esteli, 4:30 bus leaves), we left the house around 4:20 and as we took a left onto the Pan-American Highway, a bus drove right by. I laughed, imagining it was my bus. And it ended up being my bus. So I kind of almost missed it but not really because it sat at Texaco for quite a while before leaving. So I got on the bus after paying an additional $6 US for "la fronterra", a word I recognized to mean "the border", so I was like irritated thinking I had to pay the bus $6 and then thinking I would have to pay personally like, $25 to enter Honduras and another $25 to enter El Salvador and probably money to leave as well, as is typical. In the end, it really was only $6 to leave three countries and enter three countries. Gotta love Central America. That said, we didn't ever stop for food or toilets, so in the end I went 14 hours with no eats or pee. Good thing Bridget mentioned that I should bring some snacks!
Yah, so bus ride was comfy, I got two seats to myself, fully reclining...foot rest. It was great, except the SNORING BUTT CRACK MAN. But, there always has to be one, right? In every hostel room, on every bus, every airplane? The snorer? The guy who makes you think murderous thoughts? The guy who, keeps you awake for hours, but then you find yourself thanking him when he rolls over or wakes up momentarily, as you think, "here's my chance, my quick ten second window to fall asleep"?
Here are some views from the trip. Sadly, my photos of Honduras and El Salvador were from moving bus window, but man, what a gorgeous ride.
|Border crossing from Nicaragua to Honduras|
|El Salvador-able! The man attached to this butt is the SNORER who slept all 14 hours. This was one brief break when we had to get off the bus to go through customs. Not kidding.|
We actually watched 6 movies on the ride, 5 of which I had not seen. Normally I would consider that a HUGE goldmine, but unfortunately they all played in barely audible Spanish. So I was sort of able to make them out. Kind of. But not really. Like I'm pretty sure I got the plot of "Old Dogs", "Rebound", "Grown Ups" and "Night at the Museum 2", but I kind of want to re-watch that movie with Sandra Bullock where her husband dies but you're not sure if he's dead because she seems to be dreaming? And I had already seen "Maid in Manhattan" so I slept through that one. I had to put in my iTouch earphones to drown out the snoring, and thanks to Ray Lamontagne I did fall asleep...
I crossed three borders today. At one, the passports were checked as a group and nobody talked to me, another they checked my passport three times, including having armed personnel come onto the bus and search my bag, and the third I physically had to go into the office, get stamped and then walk across the border.
Somewhere in Guatemala we also saw an overturned milk truck, but not like you would think. It wasn't a large vat truck, but here they sell milk in small plastic bags. So there were 8 billion small plastic bags of milk laying everywhere, with an overturned truck. Weird.
|Here's the bus waiting for me. See how it says $110? Well, I paid $120. Nuts.|
I did eat a Snickers bar, a small bag of Doritos-like chips, and a mini-four-pack of vanilla cookies. But when we finally got to Guatemala City I was ready to die of starvation. After peeing the orangest pee in the world, I walked outside into the dark of a very dangerous city to try and get a cab, either to a Hostel in GC, or to Antigua, about an hour away. A man asked if I needed a taxi. I asked, "do you want to go to Antigua?" "Sure!" he said, and I was surprised. Also, I was prepared to talk him down to $40 from $50. He said it would be $35, and I accepted, too quickly, wondering if I could have gotten it cheaper. A bus is only $11, but there is a risk of hi-jacking and I didn't want to deal with that, after a 14 hour bus ride no less.
He brought me to his unmarked "taxi" and I stopped. "No esta taxi?" and he said, no it's a typical car but that's because he works for the bus company blah blah blah. I looked at the other taxi drivers, and asked if he was legit and of course they said yes. I regret not making him go back with me (and me pulling him by the ear) inside the building and verify his identity but in the end he was for reals. He showed me some I.D. inside the car. And for 2 hours we Chatty-McChattersoned in SPANISH and I felt so excited about that. We talked about all kinds of smart people stuff above and beyond the basic crap about where are you from and stuff. That was amazing for me. Sadly, he had two brothers die in the war in El Salvador, one was 17 and the other was 20. I commented how I find it very sad that all wars seem to be fought by a bunch of little boys on either side, none really wanting to be there, all having at least that in common with the "enemy". He continued that even today, 10-12 year-olds are fighting for Guatemala. Blurg. I knew about child soldiers in Africa, but wasn't aware of it here. So sad.
He brought me right to the front door of my Hostel, and I checked in, met a girl from Korea who joined me for dinner directly across the street, where we had Argentinian food and live music and it was kind of a wonderful night in a country I'm a little scared of. Take that, fear!
Signed, snug as a bug in my safe hostel bed, next to a girl from Korea and two dudes from Denmark,