Take it easy
We ride through rolling hills and past the city of Ocotlan after which
we begin to approach increasingly populous areas on the outskirts
of Oaxaca. Traffic gets heavy as we make our way past poor areas with
The morning of imaginary descents
morning we grind. Up and up and up into the mountains. All descents
that happen this morning are in our wildest dreams. We cruise at the
phenomenal speed of 4 km/h past little villages who sell honey. We
soon realize that it has a marvelously rich taste, totally different
from pure Canadian honey, it is a mixture of flavors.
No man land
We leave this little town whose road sign was paid for by Coke early
in the morning. We’ve both decided that we don’t like
this State very much. The landscape is brown and dry, only changing
when a black field appears, every once in a while the monotony is
broken by a heap of rank burning garbage.
A day in San Marcos
In the morning I’m still doing lousy so we have a small day
and get a hotel room with a fan in San Marcos. We spend the next day
recuperating from our reintroduction to the heat. The Señora
at restaurant Ruth overcharges us for a milkshake. We refuse to be
stupid and pay extra just because we’re white. She doesn’t
agree and we get called some names that aren’t so nice.