The guy at the bus counter said the ride would take 19 hours. It actually took 23 hours. I don't believe this was a miscalculation. Luckily, he also said it would cost 140 pesos, but I haggled him down to 118. Maybe that is why it took longer.
Spending 23 hours on a bus is like playing Oregon Trail. The bus is always looking for passes through the mountain. Members of your party have different skills. I went to sleep for 7 hours, and when I woke up, we'd hardly gone anywhere, leading me to believe that, at some point during the night, the bus driver cauked the bus and floated it across a river. I really wanted to hunt for buffalo, but the bus driver said guerillas ate all the buffalo.
Spending 23 hours on a bus opened up my eyes to what is involved in keeping the sabbath for orthodox jewish people. I couldn't move too much or do anything complicated. All I could do was sit and think and rest. A lot of deep thoughts went through my mind. However, whereas they are reading the torah, I was reading David Coperfield by Charles Dickens.
I made out much better than Ryan or Neil, because the person I was siting next to didn't have a baby.
the bus driver may have been dealing with drowning oxen. or maybe he caught a bout of dysentery.