Hostel booked and ticket for night bus bought, I'm going to San Cristobal Del Casa an easy 13 hours away by bus, felt highly organised, how little did I know that the travel to San Cristobal would be a slight challenge.... Only took pictures of tacos on the trip so the others I have stolen from the world wide web...
I get in to the very civilised bus station about an hour before departure, taking the bus in Mexico is so calm and organised compared to Central America. I spend the next half an hour utilising the free wifi at the station just browsing the news and messaging with a couple of people.
It's now ten minutes left until departure and they open the gate, I told you its organised. After showing the ticket at the bus I'm just told to step to the side and wait until someone can label my bag so I obey and wait together with a couple of other people. The man who labels the bags comes along, Im nice and friendly as always and tell him that I’m going to San Cristobal. The guy says something that I don’t understand. He points at the guy checking the tickets that told me to wait to hand in my bag so I go back slightly confused and managed to say that the guy told me to come back.
This is when I get the news that I don’t want to hear when its 840 PM and the bus is suppose to depart that same minute, I’m told that the bus will not go to San Cristobal due to roadblocks, I have to go to Tuxtla an hour further away instead or get a refund on the ticket. I never heard about Tuxtla before so had no idea what kind of city it is or if I could get an other bus from Tuxtle to San Cristobal. Since I knew I would arrive in to Tuxtle during the next day and not night i do decide to board the bus, I'm in travel mood. Worst comes to worse I could always get a bus to somewhere else is my thought process!
Had a comfy but long ride to Tuxtla with an hour or so stop in Campeche were we didn't know if we would continue or not. It's now around 1130 pm and I just hope we can stay on the bus for the night if we don't continue, not in the mood to sit around a bus station all night. But luckily it never came to that because all of the sudden the door closed an we left. In the end the bus took nearly 17 hours instead of 14 due to taking the back roads to our final destination since road blocks been set up a bit everywhere. You can read more about that here. On the positive side, we stopped at a place that served some delicious tacos so got myself a good breakfast...
Cueing up at the ticket office in Tuxtla after arrival I was very happy since a board showed departures leaving for San Cristobal pretty much every hour so thought that yes I will get to my original planned destination. The happiness didn't last very long though since I was told that no buses will leave for San Cristobal when it was my turn. So then I thought, ok lets skip San Cristobal and head straight to the beach in Puerto Escondido but of course there were no buses running here either since its in Oaxaca. At this stage I didn't have a clue on where to go since my next stop according to my lose plan is about 2000000 hours away, ok maybe not that far but still very far away and I wasn't in the mood to catch another night bus. So kindly left the long cue again and got my Mac out to do some research on what to do!
When half an hour had gone by and I still couldn't come up with what to do, I overheard a conversation where some locals were getting a taxi somehow. So when I saw some other travellers arriving in to the bus station I jumped them and told them the bad news on buses and asked if they would consider taking a taxi. Said and done after some more great tacos for lunch a Swede (myself), three brits and a Mexican flagged down a small taxi and negotiated on getting to San Cristobal. Or rather the Mexican did the negotiation while the rest of us were standing around.... The driver explained that he could take us to the roadblock where we had to change to an other vehicle that would take us to San Cristobal. My first thought was that maybe not the most clever thing to do, I thought we would take backroads somehow but in the end I thought ok lets go, whats the worst thing that can happen.....
With the smallest person in the passenger seat (not me!) and the rest of us squeezed in to the back with a guitar and some backpacks we finally reached the first roadblock. Lots of people around but it felt more like a festival then a road block, they tents set up, some BBQs going and people sitting around chit chatting for the next 200 meters or so. In the end we reached some people that looked a bit less happy and this is when the taxi dropped us off and we had to walk for a few minutes. The driver did inform us that it's all nice and calm now but you never now, things can get nasty quick so don't hang around for to long. Don't think any of us wanted to hang around so we walked towards the cars on the other side straight away. I was very tempted to take a few pictures but thought that it might not be the best of ideas.
So we got in to another taxi that we thought would take us all the way to our destination. At least this time the boys were clever enough and the tallest guy sat in the passenger seat, I was still squashed up against the door on this ride as well. Then we got a surprise, and not a good one, there was a second roadblock set up just outside San Cristobal, so we had to get out of the taxi and start walking again. This road block was defiantly more serious then the first with several trucks parked side ways over the road, tree trunks spread over the road together with some big road signs and huge rocks to ensure no one could past with a vehicle bigger then a scooter. People here still looked rather friendly sitting around not doing much. You could feel that the atmosphere was a bit more tense so we walked quickly and tried to look as friendly as possible with a please don't do anything stupid grin on our faces.
After a few minutes walk one of the guys manage to knock over a big road sign that was set up as blockage and we all just froze and I think we all thought that "oh shit what will happen now...." But nothing happened except for a man came over smiled and rearranged what ever had been knocked down! It took another 10 minutes for us to walk through this road block and then we took a third taxi and finally we reached San Cristobal.
A side note to my mum: No you don't have to worry, nothing is happening in San Cristobal, all nice and peaceful here. If something will happen it's up by the road blocks and I'm bot planning to hang around there!!!
I decided that it was time for a career break. So handed in my notice to the company who I worked with for the last ten years. It's time to pack my bag and depart from Amsterdam which been my home town for the last 4.5 years. -"Amsterdam, it's not you it's me and I need a break!". Read more
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