Monday I took a bus trip to Telchac Puerto, on the Gulf coast Northeast of here. It is a nice little beach town, nicer than Progreso or Chelem I think; but, like all of the beach towns I’ve visited, there is the almost constant wind and blowing sand.
The bus ride was really the highlight of the trip. I was the only non-local on the bus, both going and returning; and the bus stopped frequently to take on and discharge passengers along the way, in each pueblo and wherever flagged down. At the station in Telchac Puerto the driver had trouble getting the bus engine to fire up, to the point it seemed as though the batteries would be drained so we would all have to pile out and give it a push to jump start it; but finally the beast roared to life and we were off. Somewhere between Boco and Merida one of the side windows fell into the bus, so the driver slowed down while the relief driver retrieved the window. Then a bit further along the driver had to bring the bus to a stop in order to put the beast in gear. It is these kinds of things that cause to enjoy bus trips here.
I should point out that I ride the servicio intermedio buses, rather than the first class buses, as I’d rather ride with the locals. If I were to go further afield, such as to Campeche , which I plan to visit next week, or Cancun, which I intend to never visit except to pass through the airport, I will take a 1st class bus.