Day 8. We survived our 11 hour overnight bus journey no thanks to our kamikaze driver who kept himself awake on the winding mountain roads by:
- Accelerating into bends so that the back end of the bus was hanging off the cliff.
- Playing Disney’s Little Chicken at full volume until 1am … in Spanish.
- Playing Big Chicken with the oncoming traffic.
Annie narrowly escaped a vomitous journey by bailing out of existence with the help of a sleeping tablet. One of our travelling compadres, Valerie (from Ireland), wasn’t quite so lucky, and was hurling (not the Irish sport) all through the night.
We finally disembarked at 8am in San Cristobal, a mountainous hippy hideaway. We spent the afternoon practising to be extras with Clint Eastwood in a Sergio Leone Spaghetti Western and headed for the hills on horseback. Safe was “The Good”, and even named his horse “Hey, Blondie”. Annie was “The Bad (Egg)” because of her flatulent horse. We expected to be led by “The Ugly”, or at least a rugged looking bandito, instead we were led by “El Fonzo”, the Mexican version of The Fonz with hair gel, leather jacket, cowboy boots and novelty ring tone.
Valerie, El Fonzo, Safe and "Hey, Blondie"