Today was simply a day in transit, as it appears the only way to get to San Cristobal is either to take and expensive (but yet luxurious), overnight bus or get a crappy cheap day bus to Tuxla - stay the night - then catch a collectivo to San Cristobal .. Well no prizes for guessing which I did.
I said goodbye to the Wo (we decided to go our seperate ways, as I don´t want to rush through central america and he doesnt want to stray to far from Mexico City), wandered around until I found the second class bus station and purchased my ticket. I should have known when we left 25 minutes late that this ride was going to be even longer than the ten hours I had been quoted at the desk.
The bus stopped many times, and made a loud crunching noise whenever the driver changed gears .. I am not sure if it broke down or the driver was taking precautions but there were some long periods where we didn´t move.Slowly, slowly the bus filled up as well, until the point where there was a dozen people standing in the aisles .. I felt bad so gave up my seat .. hence the last two hours of my journey were standing.
I had a chat with a mexican man on the bus, he had lived in the USA for 16 years. He asked if I was Canadian, I replied "yo soy Australiano", to which he says "your english is very good".
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