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\"Guatemala<\/p>\n

by Rick Neil<\/em><\/p>\n

The first streaks of daylight brush the sky as I approach the bus station in Huehuetenango, Guatemala. My breath is visible in the dank morning air as I search for my bus among the worn-out Bluebird models strewn across the dusty lot. I locate my chariot near the back, the most beat-up warhorse of all. The destination is scrawled barely legible across the front: \u201cNebaj\u201d.<\/p>\n

Over the past week, I\u2019ve traveled to popular Guatemalan destinations like Antigua and Chichicastenango in secure private minivans. Now, spurred on by tales of lush semi-tropical forests and vibrant Mayan culture, I\u2019m about to venture into the country\u2019s seldom visited northern highlands. Comfy shuttles are not an option here. The only modes of transport are segunda clase \u201cchicken buses\u201d that take animal as well as human passengers. The seven-hour trip ahead should be anything but boring.<\/p>\n

<\/a>\"\"\u00a0I toss my bag up to a young guy on the roof, who fastens it among the others, securely I hope. Several local men squat amongst the baggage. Their situation doesn\u2019t look too comfortable, but upon entering the bus I\u2019m tempted to climb up and join them. The seats are bench-style, designed for two bodies but with three jammed into each. And those are the lucky ones. From front to back bodies stand pressed together like cold anchovies.<\/p>\n

\"chicken<\/a>I shove my way to the rear where I hope it might be less congested, but no such luck. I\u2019m surrounded by people who look to be Mayans or a mix of Latino and Mayan. The women have long raven hair, tawny complexions, and full Mayan lips. Many wear huipiles, handmade garments woven in multihued geometric patterns.<\/p>\n

The men are not as colorfully attired. A few wear crisp, black suits but most look as if they\u2019ve been wearing the same wrinkled garments for days. They have the lined faces and cracked, blackened hands of dirt farmers. I spot only one chicken, tucked quietly beneath the jacket of a sheepish-looking gent seated by the window. I\u2019m kind of disappointed, until I notice three squealing baby pigs tied to the back of the rear seat.<\/p>\n

As more people continue to squeeze onboard, I\u2019m pushed even further back. An old man with sun-baked skin and a toothless grin leans into me, reeking of gin and chili peppers. Again I consider joining my backpack in the crow\u2019s nest. In spite of the cramped conditions and early hour, the passengers are animated, chattering and laughing with typical Latino gusto. My limited Spanish only permits me to grasp smatterings of conversations, but I understand enough to realize that everyone is gossiping about friends and family. \u201cMy son wants to move to Guatemala City,\u201d a stout, middle-aged man grumbles. \u201cWho will help me on the farm?\u201d \u201cHow can Lupe marry that worthless drunk?\u201d a young Mayan woman with coal-black eyes asks. \u201cShe thinks she\u2019ll change him but we\u2019ll see.\u201d Apparently, this bus is not just a means of transport, it\u2019s a local forum.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m jolted from my musings by earsplitting Latino music pounding from a cassette our driver has plopped into the dashboard stereo. It\u2019s way too early for this, I think, until I realize that this musica may be the only thing keeping our pilot awake.<\/p>\n

<\/a>\"\"As the The Gipsy Kings resonate throughout the bus the engine groans and then roars to life. The driver, who wears a torn, filthy t-shirt far too small to contain his massive belly, spits out the window and grinds the skeleton-head stick shift into gear. He makes the sign of the cross to a tiny image of Jesus as we lurch over mammoth potholes and onto the road in front of the station.<\/p>\n

Within minutes the city lights fade as we ascend into brown, rocky hills toward lush, green mountains. In the muted light of daybreak I observe an old man in a white outfit leading a donkey up a dirt path. Naked children bathe in tubs outside modest adobe homes.<\/p>\n

On a steep incline a camouflage green army truck races by. Bleary-eyed soldiers dressed in fatigues crouch in the back, shivering in the frosty morning air. They look no more than sixteen, clutching rifles nearly as big as they are.<\/p>\n

When I check to see if my money belt is still with me, I realize that I no one has come to collect bus fare. I wonder if we pay when we get off, though that seems unlikely. My question is answered when a pimply, teenage boy clutching a wad of bills emerges from the wall of humanity in front of me. Somehow he manages to collect money from each passenger, make change, and inform the driver where each party wants to be dropped off. I lay out fourteen quetzals, or about two dollars, for the seven-hour trip, a tenth of what I paid for private shuttles.<\/p>\n

\"Guatemala<\/a>We never pass anything that resembles a bus stop. If someone wants to be picked up they stand by the roadside and gesture at the driver. Passengers are dropped off wherever they please. After the baggage guy has tossed down their luggage from the roof he signals with a loud BANG-BANG on the metal roof that it\u2019s okay to move on.<\/p>\n

After a couple of hours we\u2019re in the mountains. The bus whimpers up the increasingly windy, now unpaved road. It\u2019s full daylight now but low clouds make for poor visibility. Through the mist I catch outlines of turquoise mountains, fertile valleys, and fields of corn. At the base of a cliff I spot an overturned bus just like the one I\u2019m on. Flowers decorate nearby tombstones, a reminder that this journey is no magical mystery tour.<\/p>\n

When we approach the first of several hairpin turns, a fourth crew member jumps off and runs forward to check for oncoming traffic. When he is satisfied that the road ahead is clear he indicates with a shrill whistle that it\u2019s safe to continue. He then leaps back on while the bus is moving. Once, when a truck approaches around the bend ahead of us, we must inch slowly down the hill for several hundred feet till we reach a point wide enough for the vehicle to pass. I\u2019m numb with fear the entire time, but my fellow passengers seem unruffled, as if they go through this all the time.<\/p>\n

Just after we\u2019ve negotiated a particularly sharp curve, we approach a wide clearing where the army pickup that passed us earlier is parked next to a larger military truck. A young soldier motions with his rifle for us to pull over, and then barks something at our driver who motions for us to disembark and wait outside.<\/p>\n

What now? I wonder. I read that there had been problems with rebel guerillas but that the region was now stable. I wonder if the soldiers are on the lookout for banditos, or if they\u2019re only disguised as soldiers and are actually banditos themselves. What if I\u2019m held for ransom? I realize that no one back home knows I\u2019m here. I have visions of myself as the subject of a CBC documentary about a Canadian who mysteriously vanished in the highlands of Guatemala.<\/p>\n

<\/a>\"\"A moustachioed hombre in fatigues emerges from the rear of the truck brandishing a long metal object that looks at first glance like a machine gun. My heart leaps into my throat, but as he approaches I can see that he is actually carrying a large canister. He enters the now empty bus and proceeds to spray the inside from front to back. After he finishes what I assume is a de-lousing we are told to re-board and within minutes we\u2019re back on our way. For the next twenty minutes everyone is sneezing and coughing from the noxious fumes. I\u2019m certain that whatever I\u2019m inhaling is not at all healthy, but relieved that my name is less likely to pop up on the CBC news.<\/p>\n

A voluptuous se\u00f1ora with a prominent beauty mark beams up at me. \u201cWe arrive very soon in Nebaj,\u201d she explains in halting English, \u201cis very lovely and good Mayan culture.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI hope so,\u201d I tell her, \u201cI\u2019ll be glad to get off this bus.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis normal for me,\u201d she chuckles, \u201cI ride every week this bus for work.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nod, reflecting on my \u201cchicken bus\u201d odyssey. This ride hasn\u2019t exactly been fun, but for the last several hours I\u2019ve definitely been living \u201cin the moment\u201d. Part of the reason for my wanting to visit the secluded village of Nebaj was to seek out an authentic Mayan experience. To my surprise, I found exactly that on this dilapidated bus. As we approach the outskirts of Nebaj I recall the new age mantra: \u201cIt\u2019s not the destination, it\u2019s the journey.\u201d<\/p>\n

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If You Go:<\/h3>\n

NEBAJ<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nebaj is the largest of three villages that make up the Ixil Triangle in Guatemala\u2019s northern highlands, one of the smallest ethnic regions in Central America. Few tourists venture to this isolated area, though it offers spectacular scenery and captivating Maya culture. Local women wear blouses with multi-colored geometric patterns over bright crimson skirts, and decorate their hair with red and green pompons. Many sell gorgeous hand-woven wall hangings<\/a>\"\", crocheted handbags and thick woolen blouses directly from their homes.<\/p>\n

Nebaj is only accessible by second-class bus from Huehuetenango (7 hrs.) Santa Cruz del Quiche (2.5 hrs.) or Sacapulas (1.5 hrs.). Reportedly, the road has recently been paved. Pack some Gravol.<\/p>\n

HOTELS, RESTAURANTS and HOMESTAYS<\/strong><\/p>\n

For a small town well off the beaten track, Nebaj has a good selection of budget and mid-range accommodations priced from $20 to $40 for a clean basic double. All are within a few blocks of the main square, and many have internet access. It is also possible to arrange a homestay with a local family in Guatemala<\/a>, or to bone up on your Espanol at a local Spanish school.<\/p>\n

www.nebaj.com<\/a><\/p>\n

\"\"
\nTikal Maya Ruins Full Day Tour from Guatemala City<\/a><\/p>\n

About the author:<\/em><\/p>\n

Rick\u2019s travel career began as a college student when he impulsively signed up for an international student exchange program and spent that summer working in Turkey. \u201cDon\u2019t go there!\u201d the naysayers said, \u201cit\u2019s not safe!\u201d Luckily, Rick ignored their advice and discovered that the outside world is a place of wonder worth exploring. Since then his wanderlust has taken him to Central and South America, England, Vietnam, Morocco, and China, where he spent an unforgettable year teaching English. Rick makes his home in East Vancouver, Canada, where he writes for various travel publications.<\/p>\n

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Guatemala chicken buses and driver photo by: Erik Albers<\/a> \/ CC0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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