The bus was uncharacteristically quiet for Mexico. It also seemed a little hearse-like, to me at least, since I was literally the only one to open my curtains. Because there are even curtains in the front of the cabin (between the passengers and the driver), this can be disconcerting. Typically when you are driving down a highway, at least you get a glimpse of the road in front of you. On this bus, you don't.
|At the first toll plaza|
But it was not smooth sailing all the way.
About 20 km outside of Merida, after the toll road ended, I felt a bump and heard a noise over the music on my Iphone. The driver drove on for another kilometer or so, but he finally pulled over at a roadside bus stop. He and another passenger went around to the rear of the bus, and I could tell from his expression when he walked back past my window that he wasn't happy. He made an announcement in Spanish, and then a group of passengers (including Darren) followed him out.
This is what they saw:
|In reality, it was nothing like a Chicken Bus.|
Being able to negotiate a mechanical breakdown on a luxury bus hardly makes us intrepid travelers. For anyone unsure about their ability to take the bus from Cancun to Merida, though, it will hopefully prove by example that even with a little hiccup here and there and an utter lack of Spanish, your bus trip across the Yucatan will turn out just fine.