We had two really good examples of this on Saturday. Our morning collectivo ride to the main bus station( 10p) started innocently enough. Someone's knee kept touching the 2/3 of my arse that wasn't actually on a seat ( making no excuses for the size of said arse, but they do cram in circa 50% more people than seats). No problem. Only it turns out it wasn't his knee.I won't say anymore- just that when I saw him 5 mins later he had an odd look on his face and his hand was somewhere it really shouldn't have been. Nice. 10p not looking like quite such a bargain, for me anyway.
The second experience was on the ace chicken bus ride from the cute Market town of Santa cruz del quiche ( what a name....) to our base for the night Chichicastenango. The ride ( 40p) was amazing partly due to the beautiful decorations of all the buses, but also because of the stunning views of forest and volcanoes around every corner.
Anyway our bus driver, let's call him Pedro, had chosen naked women as his screen adornment of choice, alongside the obligatory cracked windscreen. Pedro looked nice enough - slicked back hair, Mexico style moustache, cowboy boots. Turns out he's a complete psycho and relished overtaking anything and everything, ideally on a corner.
Men hey! Nightmares all of them.
So it's a quiet night in ChiChi before the mayhem of central america's biggest weekly Market tomorrow morning. Those of you who know me well know how much I love a Market. Let the haggling commence.
Es muy, muy caro
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