
I’m an astute observer and when I travel I like to see how the locals deal with everyday life. I’m not talking about those in the upper tax bracket either, I’m referring more about the common folk, the average everyday worker, school kids, whomever. This is why I try to take a bus whenever I am in a country that has one. In LA I took the bus against all recommendations, it was fine, a lot of crazies but a lot of nice people too and it ran on time. On the other end of the scale I rode the bus in Cairo, a jam packed event, in the heat with diesel blowing into the cabin. It wasn’t pleasant at all.

Today I decided to take the bus from Belmopan Belize, where I had a meeting, to San Ignacio a small jungle town near the Guatemalan border. My friend Ramon offered to drive me to the town about 45 minutes away but I didn’t want to put him through that expense, also, I wanted ride the bus!
When I arrived at the station there was a bus there, packed full of people, there were vendors screaming their offers to the passengers some of which bought drinks and snacks for the ride. A gentleman asked where I was going and I let him know, he pointed to the packed bus and said “you’ll get a seat about halfway” before I had a chance to decline a young boy took my bags and put it on the bus and the bus started to move, so I jumped on. No options here!

The interesting thing about the Belizean bus system is that the bus driver will stop anywhere you tell him to and will pick you up if you flag him down. Several times people were dropped off at one spot and others were picked up less than 100 feet away. The best part however was the payment, $1.50 for the two hour ride. Sure enough half way there I got my seat. With my bags upfront and myself halfway from the back I was comfortable. Most Belizeans are honest people so they won’t steal bags.
The next step was arriving in this little town, which is more like a bustling metropolis in the jungle, eco tourism thrives here along with low cost hotels and food. Now that I’ve arrived I had no idea where to stay, although I’ve been through this district, I’d never been to the town before. Easily enough I ran into a guy I knew from when I lived in San Pedro, he pointed me towards the Casa Blanca hotel, $24 a night can’t beat that! Especially when all I needed was a room!

There’s been a lot of anxiety here lately by the business owners because of Ex-Guatemalan military crossing the borders and robbing people and businesses, security guards carry pistols and at the casino armed guards are patrolling just incase someone decides to get stupid. However, just like every other part of Belize, I felt quite safe walking around at night, people waving hello to me even though I’m a stranger.
I’ve pictures posted here of my friend Ramon talking on the phone, the bus driver and the dudes I was riding the bus with, we kept switching spots to make the ride interesting. There’s also a shot I took of the town and the Saturday market. As you can see it’s raining in the jungle today.

I’d recommend this sort of trip for anyone who’s ever enjoyed an Indiana Jones movie, it’s like living the experience.
Labels: adventure, Belize, bus