Central America, Solo Female Travel

Why you SHOULD ride the chicken bus

This is a guest post from my lovely sister Andriah. I’m so proud to share some of her experiences traveling Central America! To read more about her first travel adventure, check out this post. 

“Be careful! I’ll be worried about you”

“You’re going by yourself?! Make sure to (not) do x,y,z…”

“But it’s so dangerous there!”

“I wouldn’t recommend that.”

The list of advice goes on and on of things you should or shouldn’t do while you’re traveling abroad, the list of things you should be afraid of. In my opinion, traveling abroad or even within your own country is an amazing way to experience, grow, and learn. However, every time I’ve gone abroad I’ve faced the above list of anxieties and worries from friends and family, most of whom have never personally been to the countries I visit. There seems to be a general fear of places outside of the U.S., especially if you are going as a woman on your own.

Guatemala, 2015

Two years ago I spent three months traveling Central America alone and had the time of my life. Since that time, I’ve dreamed of going back. Periodically, I would look up plane tickets, even though I knew there was a slim chance I’d make it back any time soon because I needed to finish school. This year, I decided that as a graduation gift to myself I would take a two week long Spring break and go back.  I had some friends staying in Guatemala so I decided to visit them for a few days, as well as spend some time on my own.

Exploring Semuc Champey, Guatemala, 2012

On my previous trip, I had an extremely tight budget. To make my money stretch, I took the cheapest transportation and worked on farms as a volunteer.  Since I stayed in rural areas, I frequently took the infamous “chicken busses” as my main mode of transportation. I traveled from Costa Rica to Guatemala and back on these jam packed, bedecked busses that required a few dollars and a strong stomach as they careened through mountainous “highways”.

Parque National El Imposible, El Salvador, 2012

I loved being surrounded by locals on their way to work or to the market and found that using these busses was a great way to people watch and get a good idea of the culture of the people in each country. Several times I even had locals share their snacks with me during the bus rides, and I  was frequently assisted in getting to my next destination. After using these busses almost daily for three months I had maybe two or three negative experiences, mostly having to do with being overcharged for my fare. Though these busses stop to pick people up just about every thirty seconds and take forever to get anywhere, I was looking forward to re-experiencing them on my second trip.

A couple of days before my departure I contacted my friends who were already in Guatemala to solidify plans. I could tell from the tone used in our messages back and forth that something was a little off. I had planned on using public transportation again since that was what I was most familiar with, but was warned against . My friend stated simply that it “wasn’t recommended”.

Doubt started to creep in as I read some of the warnings in my guide book and heard the repeated list of concerns from friends and family.  Had that much changed in two years? From what the locals I spoke with were saying, and even some of the guide books, I began to worry and feel afraid.

Should I even be taking this trip on my own? What if I got robbed? What if something worse happened? What was I getting myself into?

Once in Guatemala City, I decided to take a taxi from the airport to my friend’s apartment and get my bearings for a couple of days before deciding how to continue my trip. In the taxi ride, I found that the taxi man was actually just doing his job and trying to get me to my destination instead of being ‘out to get me’. This boosted my confidence marginally. I spoke with some of the locals my friends were staying with, trying to get more information about the public transportation in the area. They were vague and mostly told me that they “wouldn’t recommend it”.  I honestly believe that some of them had never even taken the public transportation themselves.  I decided to use caution but to also use the chicken busses to get to my next destination, despite warnings against it. I crossed my fingers that I wouldn’t get mugged.

Largest market in Central America, Chichicastenango, Guatemala, 2012

My first seat companion was a woman happily snoozing on her way to work. The second, was a man who laughed with me about the crazy, careening ride we were taking through the mountains. People were helpful and kind, making sure I got to the right bus and to where I needed to be. The driver even made sure to give me my water bottle from my pack before throwing it up top for the 3 hour trip. The bus was, as I remembered, not full of robbers and criminals but babies, mothers, old men and women, loud music, and dozens of smiling faces with gold teeth. There is a special camaraderie in sharing a chicken bus ride with the locals and that is something that I wouldn’t trade for all of the spacious, air conditioned shuttle busses in the world.

It takes a special kind of patience to ride a chicken bus, but it is definitely worth the experience. This is not to say that you shouldn’t use caution and that there aren’t some areas where you should take a taxi or shuttle over a chicken bus (such as to and from the airport), but fear should not be at the base of your decision making.

I have fallen in love with the locals over and over again through allowing myself to participate in their everyday activities, and it makes me sad that there is such fear associated with people that live in different countries.

Tamale street vendor, Guatemala 2012

Here are some things I’ve learned about Guatemalans from my travels:

1) When they smile it actually reaches their eyes
2) They laugh, they cry, they have hopes and dreams
3) They love, and they fear. They are happy, sad, and angry
4) They have babies, pets, lovers, friends
5) They are rich, poor, home-owners, and homeless
6) They are hard working, they are lazy
7) They have good and bad days
8) They are honest, they are kind, they are hospitable
9 ) They know how to drive a hard bargain
10) They are  aggressive drivers

They are just like us, with good and bad intermixed. We are all human. Somos humanos.
We are all brothers. Somos hermanos.

Be smart, but still go out and experience. Allow yourself to be a part of another culture. You might be surprised at what you learn. You might be surprised at how similar we all really are. In case you are still nervous, the rules there are really the same as the rules anywhere: use common sense.

1) Don’t keep wads of cash on you but take small increments
2) Don’t walk around flashing your expensive cameras, jewelry, clothes, etc.
3) Don’t be loud and obnoxious, drawing undue attention to yourself

DO take the chicken bus

DO have fun and enjoy

TheBarefootBeat Always good to have a fellow travel buddy!

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  • Reply Alicia October 16, 2015 at 1:13 am

    Hi Mariah (and Andriah!) We’re so happy to have found your blog and knowing that you were able to get so much out of your Workaway experience. We would love it if in return you could allow us repost this article onto our blog (workawayblog.com). Please email be back to let us know, either it’s a yes or no 🙂 Best wishes!

    • Reply Mariah October 19, 2015 at 12:00 pm

      Yes, of course! Thanks Alicia 🙂

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