After an incredibly stressful and somewhat fruitless trip to Lago Yojoa in Honduras, we boarded a bus headed to the colonial town of Comayagua (We did this by standing on the side of the road with all our stuff and sticking our arm out to busses speeding by and asking them where they were going). It is not at all uncommon for even nicer busses to stop and pick up travelers on the side of the road just about anywhere. Even if there are no seats left and technically they are the kind of bus that ISNT supposed to do this, they will, for the extra money. Such has been the experience on every bus weve been on so far except for King Quality which functions more like a greyhound bus in America...buy a ticket at the station and board there or youre out of luck. So, on this NON greyhound-like bus to Comayagua, by the time we got on there were no seats left. We put our huge packs underneath and stood in the aisles with our daypacks on..which I must mention, are not particularly light especially after the Honduran souvenier expedition we completed. Anyways, we stood in the aisles for about 10 minutes as the only foreigners on the bus. Two little boys probably no older than 11 were sitting next to each other. They looked at us and giggled a few times before scooting together on one chair, making eye contact and pointing to the seat next to them, motioning for one of us to sit down.
Probably about twenty minutes later I made eye contact with another local guy who was turned around in his seat looking at me, half out of his seat and motioning for me to sit down. Then, because of the lack of seats he ended up standing in the aisle for at least 25 minutes. We were both very grateful to have a seat to rest our wary backs.
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