SubscribeI finally settled into the tent. I was beat after a long, hot day of riding. Looking up at the tent canopy I listened to the sounds of desert at night and thought, “those f@&king crickets are everywhere.”
Archive for the ‘Mexico’ Category
Sep
12
Loreta, MX (499 kms)
I thought I may have had a touch of the flu. I opened my visor and the heat came faster and hotter. I toggled to the temperature gauge and my jaw nearly hit the tank. It would get hotter down the road but I didn’t want to stop because I thought I would melt. It topped out at a strong 45C later in San Rosalina, MX.
Sep
4
Sea of Cortez (448 kms)
The other GS was gone when I took my first stroll though the courtyard of the hotel. The air was growing humid and I wished I had not slept in so I could have packed in the cooler air of the early morning. I returned to the air conditioned room and checked the ferry schedule for the LaPaz – Mazatlan crossing and scrambled to get my things together.
Sep
8
Lo De Marcos, Nayarit, MX (372 kms)
The riding was hot and humid run on the old road from Mazatlan to Tepic and further south. I didn’t want to stay in Tepic and now I found myself on Hwy 200 heading to the coast looking for a place to stay. I was upset by the recent violence in Mexico and that it had me running around like a seven year old kid trying to get in before the street lights came on.
Sep
13
Melaque, Jalisco, MX (277 kms)
There are certain hazards that come with riding a motorcycle anywhere in the world. Quite often I have been told “watch out for the other guy.” I have found a hazard that is unique to my riding and has prompted me to set down a rule for myself for the remainder of the trip. It became necessary after crossing the centre line several times today. No more chicken for lunch!
Sep
16
Melaque, Jalisco, MX (- kms)
Sitting in the seat yesterday was a big challenge. I moved around, stretched as I rode and did whatever I could to stay loose. I also promised my butt I would not ride the next day. Well it is the next day and I can’t find a good reason to leave this gem of a place.
Sep
15
Ocotlan, Jalisco, MX (348 kms)
Decisions on the road have been made in a variety of ways. Some have been decisive like making a turn to an interesting view or a nice place to eat. Coin flips aren’t uncommon. Others are ongoing battles such as deciding whether to linger on the way to Ushuaia or go direct and take my time coming back. Then there is the daily decision of what route to take. For most of the day I wrestled with this…
Sep
3
Toluca, Michoacan, MX (478 kms)
The unknown smell over the town of Ocotlan wasn’t dissipating and the hotel was a little sketchy so when the sun broke the horizon I set off. I had resolved to put some miles in today and get as close to Mexico City as possible before turning south. The heat wasn’t as rough as the coast and the familiar Pemex oasis on the road in Mexico was always close by.
Sep
7
Oaxaca, MX (534 kms)
I figured the Spanish language would be a challenge. After a few weeks and several phrases I think I will manage to get myself around. So armed with a new ability to say “Como se dece eso?” I strolled confidently to Oaxaca’s main square for some lessons. It was when I saw the dancing I knew it was a skill I may never aquire.
Sep
14
Oaxaca, MX (- kms)
I have been extremely lucky in my travels to date. My timing has been on and I have had the fortune to see a lot of friends and meet new ones as I go. The weather has been fantastic and the opportunity for photos seems endless. Last night however, my timing was off. I had a few hours of bike maintenance ahead of me and a pounding headache I couldn’t shake as I surveyed the evidence of this poor judgement.