Ways to NOT travel Mexico, 101

I finally arrived back to Morelia, Mexico. I cannot stress how much I am emphasizing the "finally" part here.

You see, after much debate, I decided not to go back to Morelia and Pátzcuaro for Day of the Dead. Too expensive, too many travel hours (boy did I underestimate that one). But Christian, my lovely host and dear friend in Cancun, convinced me to "get the fuck out" in fear that the level 3 hurricane that was coming their way might fuck up my travel plans longer than I would like.

So off I went. I booked a 24 hour bus to Mexico City ("there's a crazy hurricane coming, right?!" says the NYC girl who's never experienced a hurricane in her life. "Clearly all of the airports will be shut down by tomorrow, so I'll have to take a bus!"). The 24 hour bus ride actually turned into a lovely (sarcasm, of course) 30 hour bus ride. 30. Fucking. Hours.

From there, I immediately got on another quite lovely 4 hour bus ride to Morelia. By this point, four hours was a piece of cake.

Finally, finally, finally got to Morelia at around 1:30 AM on 28 October. Did I mention that I left Cancun at 2:30 PM on Wednesday 26 October? You do the math, because I kind-of suck at it, but aren't we looking at over 30 hours of traveling here? On a bus? Yeah. YEAH. I don't recommend taking a 24 hour bus ride ever, unless you plan on taking a good amount of tranquilizers to knock yourself out the entire time (and unfortunately, I did not have any. Isn't pill popping more of a US thing anyway?).

30+ hour bus ride. I'm checking that one off my bucket list and I never, ever hope to encounter that one again- nor do I wish that on anyone... except really mean people and, well, anyone who's wronged me in any way, shape, or form. Oy fucking vey.