Foreword
There is a phrase in Mexico, From Tijuana to Chetumal. It means from one extreme to the other. Tijuana touches San Diego. Its north and west and on the Pacific Ocean. Chetumal abuts Belize. Its south and east and on the Atlantic side of Mexico. Mexicans maintain, You can get anywhere in Mexico by bus. Mexico has 800 bus companies, and they are the finest get-to-where-youre-going system in the world. The two expressions got me thinking.
Crossing Mexico by bus would be a grand adventure, and taking the bus, stopping in places Ive never heard of, might make me feel like an explorer. I pulled out a large map of Mexico and looked it over. Id avoid resorts, beaches and Mexico City. I wanted to see the heart of Mexico, the interior. Id descend into the Copper Canyon, three times the size of the Grand Canyon, and cross deserts. Id follow the mountainous Silver Trail, routes established by the Spanish, and seek out early missions founded by Junpero Serra. Id stay in colonial towns. The route would take me through green jungles and past romantic waterfalls. Id visit indigenous villages and climb Mayan pyramids. And I would put Mexicos bus system to the test.
The destination would be the journey itself. The bus would give me a feel for Mexicos topography, the roads, the travel time and the distances. I would travel with Mexicans and get a sense of culture and history.
From Tijuana to Chetumal, its about 3000 miles, and with my meandering route it would be longer. I decided to take the trip in stages. The first stage would be from Tijuana to Zacatecas. Id travel light and buy a shirt, sweater, socks, or whatever, along the way.
I picked up a felt-tipped pen and drew a heavy black line on my map from Tijuana to Zacatecas. For practical value, it could have been a river in the Congo. I was not familiar with the route, nor did I know where Id spend the nights. I added up the miles for this first stage on the map. There were 1600 miles of desert and mountains, with the Copper Canyon in between Tijuana and Zacatecas. There were switchback canyon roads, some gravel and dirt, and roads that were not wide enough for two cars to pass each other. I wanted to do it all by bus.
I didnt look at the bus schedules. I was told that there were buses, and they would do the job. I formed a simple plan. Start at the Tijuana bus depot, look for a bus thats headed east along the general route traced in black ink on my map, select a ride to a town, hopefully not more than four hours away, maybe six if pressed, get off, see where I had landed, stay the night, add a day if it was interesting, then repeat the process over and again until reaching Zacatecas, or like Ambrose Bierce, I went missing.
Dick Davis
38 Days Exploring Mexico by Bus
An Adventure from California to Guatemala
The Route: Day-by-day, town-by-town, outline:
Day Town
1 Tijuana-Mexicali
Mexicali-Ro
Colorado-Sonoyta-Santa Ana
Santa Ana-Hermosillo
Side Trip to Kino Bay
Hermosillo-Ycora-San Pedro-Creel
Creel Tour
Creel Tour
Creel-Batopilas
Batopilas Tour
Batopilas-Junction-Guachochi
11 Guachochi-Parral
12 Parral Tour
13 Parral-Durango- Zacatecas
14 Zacatecas-San Lus Potos
15 San Lus Potos- Ro Verde
16 Ro Verde-Xiltla- Mission Corridor:
Conc, Jalpan, Landa de Matamoros, Tilco,
Tancoyol
17 Xiltla-Zacualtipan
18 Zacualtipan-Pachuca
19 Pachuca-Tlaxcala
20 Tlaxcala-Puebla
21 Crdoba
22 Coatzacoalcos
23 Tuxtla Gutirrez
24 Sumidero Canyon
25 San Cristbal de las Casas
26 San Cristbal de las Casas, Chamula
27 Agua Azul, Misol-Ha, Palenque
28 Yaxchilpan and Bonapak
Campeche
30 Campeche International Festival
31 Edzna
32 Hacienda Uayamon
33 Camino Real, Uxmal, Franciscan Missions
34 Mrida
35 Chichen Itza, Valladolid
36 Chetumal
37 Bacalar, Tulum, Playa del Carmen
38 Cancn Airport
Expenses: Transportation: buses, taxis, and vans: $605
Hotels:..$1296
Meals:....$784
Miscellaneous, fees, entrances..$438
Total:...$3133
Average cost per day:.....$82.45
Bus Journey Across Mexico: YouTube Photo Journal
Various photo journals of the journey can be viewed on YouTube. Go to my channel at OurMexicoDickDavis for more information.
DAY 1
Crossing the Border, the Tijuana Terminal
My friend Victor, who lives in San Diego, drove me to the U.S.-Mexican border at Tijuana. Security fences barricaded Mexico. I entered a multilevel cage, walked up and over and around and down, showed my passport, paid $21 for a tourist visa and walked through a turnstile to the largest organized army of Yellow Cabs Id ever seen.
I was told that I could walk a couple blocks and catch a local bus to the Central Bus Terminal for $1, but I was immediately grabbed by the general of the Yellow Army, who told me that a taxi could take me to the terminal, about six miles away, for $10. I agreed so he directed me to the next available driver and off I went. At the most I was out nine bucks, but I saved time.
It was 3 p.m. when I arrived at the Tijuana Central Bus Terminal. Most of the counters were vacant. There were no lines. Clerks happily advised me about schedules and explained the differences among bus classes: Executive, First and Second.
I looked at my map, the portion that gave times and distances. I had to choose between a three-hour trip to Mexicali, or a six-hour ride to Sonoyta. Three hours seemed about right, plus I had never visited Mexicali. I chose Pennsula Lines, Executive Class.
The experience was pure luxury. The Pennsula Line provided a lounge, with coffee, sofa chairs, and two free computers. At 3:30 p.m. a hostess in a blue uniform called our group, and as we boarded she offered refreshments, water, beer or soda.
There were eight rows of three across seating, twenty-four seats in all, two on the left and one on the right. Each seat was ample enough for the comfort of a Sumo wrestler, and all seats reclined.
There were four TVs with drop-down screens. The rear of the bus had a telephone, a bathroom and a sink. Ironic, I thought, bus comfort is like what the airlines used to offer, while todays air passenger is treated to the scrunched seating that once was the bus.
I asked the driver if I could sit in the first row, which was vacant. He told me to sit in my assigned seat. I learned that this was not unusual because the driver often used the first row as his storage locker. The driver was in charge, and if he wanted the curtains drawn, you wouldnt see daylight.
The driver, well-groomed, uniformed, professional, greeted us, closed the door, backed up the bus and pulled out of the terminal He followed a sign pointing to Mexicali. He plugged in a movie starring Gene Hackman and Dustin Hoffman that opened with whirlwind action and violence.
I preferred to forego the movie and watch the scenery as we drove through the deserts mountains. I peeked out between the curtains. The hillside was dotted with wrecked cars. The driver shifted into a low gear and we climbed higher into the mountains, along a cliff route. At least thirty derelict cars had gone over the side. I suspected these cars were stripped and dumped, not accidents. There were no roadside crosses.