On our way down from Cancun, the bus from Nuevo Mercado in Chetumal to Corozal Town stopped at the border, waited for us to clear customs, and we continued on, no problem. (Except for getting nicked by the Mexican gringo tax...grr.)
But on our return trip, we stop at the border, clear Mexican customs, and look around--no bus! Nothing but bewildered gringos exiting the aduana, looking around for their ride. An English lady evidently had been through this before, telling the driver--I'm talkin about you, Javier--"Don't dump me at the border!"
It's easy enough to get a bus or combi on the Mexican side, but we thought we were on the bus from Belize City to Chetumal, not '10 klicks from Chetumal'. You'd think the conductress--I'm talkin about you, Priscilla--would have said something when we paid fares to Chetumal.
For convenience I've provided possible explanations in this by-no-means exhaustive list: Feel free to choose and/or clarify.
(a) Bienvenidos a Mexico, duude! Adios Belize. Don't let the screen door smack you in the butt on your way out.
(b) Man, your thinking is WAY too gringo for this part of the world, stay home.
(c) No bus, no problem.
(d) It's a long drive from BC, it's getting late, the crew wants to get this bus back to the depot and have dinner. See (C).
(e) You didn't fly? You sure you are a gringo??
(f) Whadda want? Complain to the Minister of Tourism? Javier and Priscilla are his cuzzins.
Guess it's all part of that 'laid back charm', eh.