You know you really love a place when you can smile to yourself and feel happy while sitting on the edge of a seat, with your knees wedged up against the seat in front of you on a crowded bus, at 5am, bumping along a rough mountain road on a ride that would take 2.5 hours to cover 25miles.

The rest of the day consisted of another 5 hour ride on a supposedly better bus. Unfortunately, Charlie and I got the first two seats behind the driver who looks like and drives like a mad terrorist, blarring music and the loudest engine imaginable. It was so bad that we really wished we had been on a crowded chicken bus. The make it worse, I had a seat above a wheel where I couldn`t put my legs down like a normal person. It was hellish.

The third bus was the polar opposite. I thought I was back in the US. It was a luxurious bus with the bus line, Monja Blanco. It had cushy seats and TVs! We watched `Mummy`in Spanish and stopped for refreshments at some truck stop sort of place. There wasn`t a single indigenous person on the bus. I felt a bit of a culture shock considering that only 12 hours before I was in the town of Todos Santos where all the men wear the same cool traditional clothing of red and white striped pants and big collared shirts.

3 buses and 12 hours later, we arrived in Cob஬ a relatively big city in central Guatemala. Coming into Coban was even more of culture shock. The road coming in resembled a small town in the US, lined with signs of Firestone, Texaco and of course, a McDonald`s. It was quite bizarre. Needless to say, the town of Cob஠is nothing special but there are supposed to be some beautiful caves nearby and I think we are going to visit a coffee farm today.