Day 20. Today was spent getting from our island paradise to San Ignacio by way of Rugby Scrum (or perhaps an American Football scrimmage as the Super Bowl was played today). At 1.44pm, we were in a polite queue waiting for our bus with several other people. At 1.45pm, the bus arrived and elbows came flying out of nowhere.
Factoid: It is a little known fact that although we thought “Chicken Buses” were so called because the passengers are packed in like chickens, the real reason is because if you chicken out of the scrum with your fellow passengers, you’re left trampled on the floor outside and the bus leaves you behind.
We counted at least 90 people on the bus, two of whom were little old ladies, both of whom sat on Safe’s knee. (We fought so hard for our seats but Safe was a soft touch for the old dears).
Our bus was called James, a very respectable name for an unrespectable bus in this former British Colony …
My cousin is called Thomas