An Unforgettable Ride on the Chicken Bus to Argentina

in #travel7 years ago (edited)

It was a hot and dismal day. It was the kind of day where you don't want to get out of bed and hope the curtains can contain the sunlight that's flooding through your window. It was the kind of day that made you regret all the copious amount of alcohol you consumed the night before.


This is not a chicken bus

This was the kind of day I had in San Pedro de Atacama in Chile that I wished I could hide from. But it was a day that I had to catch a bus that ran only twice a week towards Iguazu Falls which was in another country, Argentina. So, I gathered my things, packed them all tightly inside my backpack, and while fighting a massive hangover stepped out into the searing sun. The heat consumed me almost instantly and I began to lose motivation to move my legs to catch the bus but I had to catch it.


The Atacama Desert

I knew I had a long journey ahead and the thought of it had become unbearable, I looked at my phone for the time, knowing indeed what the outcome would be. I was running late for my trip. I ran, desperately trying to ignore a massive migraine I had and I reached the bus stop just in time when it was about to depart. I didn't have time to scramble for necessities from my backpack when I threw into the storage unit with all the other passenger's bags.

My breath reeked of strong coffee and liquor, badly disguised with toothpaste that I used to hastily brush my teeth. I stepped into the bus hoping nobody would talk to me, so I wouldn't have to let anyone endure the stench of what would likely be a dragon breath. I scanned the bus for an empty seat hoping to god I would find an obscure part in the back where no one would be, so I can be alone with my misery.


How would you like to get inside the "Fany" bus? Only brits would understand

I took a seat next to a window midway to the back, because I like seats that allows me to see surroundings during a trip. The windows were murky and cloudy, so I ran my finger all over the dust spelling out the word "shit."

It was a premonition of sorts because my day was about to get a lot shittier.

Just moments later a lady came and sat next to me. She had chocolate brown hair that she wore well past her shoulders, her lips were bland, and her eyes belied her discomfort from the heat.

She was accompanied by her male companion who sat on the opposing seat across the aisle. They began a conversation about Argentina when the bus conductor yelled, in Spanish, that we're headed towards the great desert. Everybody awake. Everybody asleep. Their eyes, like mine, are bleary, reactions slow, exhaustion running through their veins just the same as their blood.

It seemed to take forever, to me and the passengers, for the old engine to roar into life. When it does, a strange feeling comes, not excitement, but at first, it appears that way. It's some relief, some fear, some grieving for the place they leave as the bus claws its way across the barren mountains surrounding the Atacama Desert.

There was an ongoing battle between the bus and the mountain with the latter clearly gaining the upper hand. Puffs of smoke billowed out of the exhaust as the bus can only manage five miles an hour on the steep tarmac pushed on by its decades' old engine. I relegated myself to the window and my seat, hoping to catch enough comfort away from the searing heat and blissfully fall asleep.

It was during the forty-five-minute mark on the journey when I felt my stomach started to churn. It felt like it was boiling, but not from the heat, but from the various combinations of alcohol, coffee, and intestinal fluids.

I had to go, badly.

It was an emergency of epic proportions.

I pulled myself up from my seat and excused myself to the bus restroom. The swinging movement of the bus and the ongoing road bumps have now magnified the intense chaos that is brewing inside my stomach. I raced towards the restroom balancing myself on every seat corners trying to prevent myself from falling. I reached the restroom just in time to avoid an embarrassing event that would have made it a very unpleasant ride for everyone.

It was there that I noticed the sign...

"NO NUMBER 2 ALLOWED."

No fucking number 2?!?

Who's the genius who came out with this smart idea?

The bus was meandering at a measly five mph as it struggles up the mountain and the next stop is hours away. I thought about jumping out into the desert, do my thing and then run to catch up to the bus. My stomach was in pain and there's no relief in sight. I was in a precarious situation, but a decision had to be made or an accident will happen. It was out of my control and nature was calling.


No cover in sight

Fuck it.

I relieved myself on the toilet, ignoring what the sign says. I bellowed out a sigh of relief as toxic gas and fluids exited my body. It tamed the turmoil that was my stomach. Satisfied, I looked around for a toilet roll to clean up what mess was made.

That was when I found out…

There's no fucking TP!


I frantically searched the bathroom for anything I can find. Just anything. Paper. Water. There was nothing. The bathroom was as barren as the desert outside. I had a pack of baby wipes, but I left it inside my backpack on bus storage compartment.

I was running out of options and started to become desperate. So, I did what any self-respecting gentleman would do and rummaged through the trash bin in the bathroom to find something I can use. There were a few used toilet papers that weren’t even fit for a human rear’s consumption and would only get me dirtier than I already was.

The only thing I can see was a wet white cloth towelette. It seemed clean. It was not discolored. I hesitated to pick it up as I navigated it towards my face to smell it. It didn’t smell like anything.

Well, here NOW is where I divulged the embarrassing moment to you fellow Steemians because I have trust in our little community and I trust you will understand…

I wiped my ass with that wet used towelette that I picked up from the trash can in the bathroom.

There. I had to get it out of my chest and now I feel relieved and I'm still STD free...


I wished I had Japanese toilette like this at that moment

I wonder what you would have done in this situation.

"Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness." - Mark Twain

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Looking forward to going to Argentina:)

Incredible views, must have been an otherworldly experience. That desert landscape looks like it's on Mars or something!

I wanto to know Argentina, I hope to this year. This post is very useful for me. Thanks

Yes, you will bring your toilet paper!😉

LOL! I can relate except mine was being stuck in a traffic jam and the pain was so bad that I had visions of myself jumping out of my car (and leaving it in the traffic jam) to go find some highway bushes. Thank god there was a petrol station just 500 metres away, but the crawl there.... Man, I almost expired from the pain and anxiety of having to sell my car if the worst were to happen. This was just yesterday.

Oh damn, for a minute there I thought your username was sharrted!

LMAO! Having that name would be crappy indeed!

Loved the story. You'll forget many of the beautiful sights, but you'll always remember that story.
I would have sacrificed a sock to the dookie gods.

Yep, this is an unforgettable story!

This post has been upvoted and resteemed! I started to follow you so I can see more of your work.

yes, yes I have done this, ugh!

That is my absolute favorite place to travel.

lmao this might have been the funiest post i have read all week! It good to hear your ordeal ended successfully!! :-D

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@adonisabril - The Atacama Desert is so Stunning!!! But travel along journey without on bus toilet would be a pain in the ass.

Thanks for sharing your Journey with us. :-)