I am now convinced that riding chicken buses actually burns calories. The physical strain of tensed arms, legs, and abdomen in order to keep rooted to one's seat is indeed comparable to that of an aerobics class with a maddened maniacal guatemalan bus driver as coach, only instead of a whistle he chants a mantra (generally a shortened version of the destination) to all those who pass hoping he can attract them to this moving, and rather condensed, bus of calisthenics.
After a night bus from Nicaragua to Guatemala City we decided to pause for a good night's rest in Antigua, Guatemala. Tomorrow we hit the road again, chicken bus style to Mexico where we hope to rest at Boca del Cielo (mouth of the sky).
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