Our Bus ride from Tulum to Merida was Nice

Trip Start Oct 28, 2008
Trip End Nov 03, 2008

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Flag of Mexico  , Yucatan Peninsula,
Friday, October 31, 2008

Oh man, we woke up this morning knowing we had a busy day ahead, but we had a few drinks last night with our Hotel owner friends Jack and Janet and we just figured we could sleep in a bit before we grabbed the bus to Merida. We finally awoke at 10:00 am and figured, hey better late then never.

We also failed to acquire our Autobus tickets so we didn't even know if we could grab a bus from Tulum to Merida.. So we went to our friends and asked them to see if they knew anything. To no avail, we would have to walk the 2 miles to the bus station to find out if we where staying an extra night or not.

Janet, the hotel owners wife, Who indecently is from Mexico City, Offered to give us a ride to the bus station, it was already slipping past 12:00pm and we where just ready to accept the fact we would be making it to Merida for any type of Halloween or Dias de los Muertos festival. After about another 30 minutes of Janet talking to her house keeper we where on our way.

I just want to put in perspective how wonderful Janet and Jack are. It was almost as if I had know them for years, as if I could trust them with life. So Janet takes us to the Bus station to buy our tickets, my Spanish is utterly broken and I am never sure if the " Uh Huh..Uh huh's " that I get from the locals are understood or they are just being polite, So we leave it up to Janet to buy our tickets for us.

Just our luck we missed the first two bus's that morning but they did have one that left at 1:45. That would bring us into Merida around 5:30ish 6:00pm'ish, ok we can deal with that. We figured we could get dropped off at the bus station and get a cab to our rental car place and then scoot on over to our hotel. I use the word scoot as an synonym to a quick jaunt, a speedy drive.

Now for those who might already be wondering and or judging, the bus's in Mexico are of the utmost importance and are quiet popular and they range in class.

Third class
being a revamped 70's school bus from the Maplewood school district from the US. Uually full to the brim unsafe and painted in many off the wall color's. Death bus's
Second class is a nice motor coach but they stop at every stinking spot on the rode and collect more passengers as if trying to compete for the Guinness book of world records to see how many people they can fit into a bus.
First class is a really nice motor coach and its mostly straight through to your destination. I can and will compare the first class bus's to being in a first class airline if not better. We get to watch movies (Spanish dubbed of course) plenty of room and not very crowded at all.

So we go ahead and get our tickets ( Boleto's) and Janet and us part ways. We decide to just run to the bank real quick to grab a few Peso's and get any snacks we might need for the 4 hour bus ride.
We took a few pictures of the small town made big Tulum as we walked around gathering our supplies wondering if we would enjoy our bus ride. We found many a splendor sight.

It's funny how when walking around Mexico how many times you have to say " NO Gracias" to all the vendors selling you trinkets or Papa's frita's or some other wonderment you really don't need. In fact they even use those lines like " Hey Buddy Stop in, let me sell you something you don't need " Well there was this one guy who actually said that to us and I said firmly " NO Gracias" and he said " ok maybe later" and I said " OK maybe".

Well we are driving to visit the ruins of Tulum the day before and as we are driving by his stall in a Cab, and See's us and he lifts his head up from the newspaper and says " I'm still waiting" We looked at each other and just started to bust up laughing. Well we decided that we should go back to this guy and grab a few little gifts just because he gave us a good chuckle. He greeted us with a smile and the I'm going to screw you Americans attitude all at the same time.

We purchased a few items and got on our bus and promptly fell asleep watching Zach Braff in a low budget comedy made even lower dubbed in Spanish. It was a nice bus ride that was hastened by sleep.The next chapter will describe our awaking in the most trafficy city I have ever seen, then I had to drive in it.
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