Hard Turns, Crazy Bumps and Too Much throw Up!

Woke up early this morning so I could go check out the market in Puerto Escondido. I had heard great things and was pretty excited. I also needed to hit an ATM to pay for the Hostle. I made it to the market and the produce was amazing. Fruits and vegetables all in their prime and some amazing looking bunches of herbs. I strolled around for a bit snapping pics and then cruised back to the hostel. My bill was a little more than expected. I need to leave Mexico soon or get an accountant to keep track of my Mezcal intake. After the shock wore off I headed to the Servicio Express..The last bud I took was first class and it took 10 hrs. The Servicio was half the price and half the time...SCORE!!!! We get on and its a descent lookin bus... I mean hell its a Mercedes...I was a little nervous of the non bathroom option but I figured dont eat anything drastic and keep the water to a minimum. Also when I read about the bus on a review they said if you have motion sickness to avoid it...I thought nothing of this...I mean I worked on a couple yachts Im fine. Sooooo off we go. 6 hours to Oaxaca and Im kinda pissed cause my spanish sucks so bad I cant communicate with people. I really need to work on this. So were about 20 minutes into the trip and already in hardcore mountians. Back and forth your body is tossed after we hit switchback after switch back. The brakes are slammed on to avoid potholes the size of bathtubs. All the while looking out my window straight down into a valley some 10,000 feet below. I throw on some Pearl Jam so I can sing along and not think about anything...Suddenly I look forward and there is throw up all over the floor..I naturally say..In English "Oh NOOO!!!" I turn down Eddie and hear from behind me wretching...Im thinkin as my cousin Tim said....Domino Effect! I know Ill be fine as long as it dosent smell like puke. Which somehow Thank the lord it never did...Another hour goes by and soon the poor little mexican girl with the black pony tail couldnt handle it anymore and threw up again...10 minutes later the girl diagonal from me...burying her nose in her sweatshirt calls out to her mom for a baggie and proceedes to fill it up. The bus driver has had it and im thinking...Oh shit hes gonna drive this bus right over the edge! We all die here...We stop in this small town which is really only a street in the mountains to use the bathroom and the driver makes the little girls dad clean the bus. We finally make it to the city and I just wanna get to the Hostel and put my bag down and grab some food. Well I get off the bus and step into a festival of people. People are everwhere and there are booths and people screaming shit over megaphones and I have no clue where im at...Just in this maze 40 minutes later I recognize some street signs and make it to my home for the eve. I then went back to the maze and ate and ate and ate...and never once did I throw up!!!