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A Quick Ride Around Mexico
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November 26, 2008
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Once in awhile, first-time international long-riders send email requesting travel advice and route planning for their upcoming dream. But since I hesitate to share what are at best, subjective opinions, I invariably refer them to the latest and best technical information available at horizonsunlimited.com But procrastination regarding such lofty endeavors is a common error--so a two-part fundamental concept I do offer is that number one, it is important to quit talking and set a launch date, and number two, do not deviate from that date. Whether it be, “In two years I’m…” or “Next month I’m…” Just state the date and then do it. Don’t bother mentioning “Someday.” “Somedays” never happen. Set an irrevocable calendar day, period. Once making that critical decision, there are no acceptable excuses to postpone. “It was too hard to leave right then because my tummy hurt, my dog was sick or a relative died” are insufficient reasons to delay—take an anti-acid or bury your dead and then leap into the metamorphosis of your epic journey. As a result of disregarding gasping personal crisis a lot can go wrong and your world may dramatically change, but isn’t that the reason we adventure?
So here I sit in a low budget, downtown Durango hotel with no hot water, a victim of my own wisdom. Why abandon the relative peace and security of blissful Mazatlán for a month of cramped, musty rooms and spine-mangling saggy mattresses, further annoyed by sporadic yelping outside my window of malfunctioning car alarms? Is this the result of a masochistic urge to be uncomfortable, or a case of the wanderer’s awkward curse--to only find true solace on the road?
Yesterday afternoon after forcing myself to abide by rule number two, while spiraling upward among the soaring rocky cliffs of the Devil’s Spine (Mexico Route 40) it was a peculiar feeling, departing the warm muggy palm-tree-Pacific coastline into the brisk scented pine forests of the chilling Mexican Sierras. What a unique transition toggling from the proverbial Gringo tourist zone of pink legs protruding from Bermuda shorts into the world of macho horseback hombres in Latin American cowboy country. As always, traveling according to plan of no-plan requires only a firm departure date and a general direction with an optimistic time allotment. With that said and done, the first fork of destiny lays ahead.
Still weighing two options, in a few hours on the outskirts of Durango, for the hundredth time over the decades, I’ll do another mental coin-toss; roam south into the stunning colonial granite plazas of of Zacatecas, or sprint across the empty desert plains of the Mexican Central Highlands to gracefully descend somewhere on the sultry Caribbean beaches. It’s true that wanderer’s wander because they have to, but also, when choosing destinations it’s best to select an unfamiliar one, which will likely eliminate Zacatecas in favor of Torreon and Monterrey.
Because in previous Ride Reports, myself, as well as many, many others, have vividly described the terrain, photographed such stately delights as towering Zocalo cathedrals, favorite canyon lookouts and even colorful zesty local restaurant cuisine, I’m still undecided what to write about or if I’ll even post photographs. And you guys know darn well that when snapping shots of local babes, one thing invariably leads to another, like more intimate posing in private and later appearing here. This may be much to the delight of some but also to the dismay of others who consider reporting this type of activity inappropriate. Maybe we’ll just have to settle for some non-political stream-of-conscious-rambling about the effects of life south of the border from a man wrangling with a rewarding curse.
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Mexíco
Two years ago when first arriving from Africa I was relieved to establish a home base and begin the awkward process of reintegrating into the West. Yet after a brief time back in the comfort zone coping with extra-firm king-size beds and regular meals of known contents, I realized what was to be most missed; having a unique direction. While temporarily planted somewhere on the other side of the earth, it was a satisfying sense of endeavor when replying to questions in downtown Cairo—“So where are you heading next?
As though considering a variety of exotic options, I’d simply bait enthusiastic listeners with, “India and maybe Afghanistan.”
Or even once returning to California when curious locals saw my thrashed, sticker-strewn motorcycle and asked, “Wow, where are you coming from?”
With smug anticipation, I’d casually reply, “Africa.” You can only imagine the following delightful interrogation while startling audiences with tales of kindness and hospitality in the most unlikeliest of places. Now back in the groove on the move, although a four thousand mile sprint around Mexico would only be a minor detour on a world ride, astonished jabbering taxi cab drivers aiding this sometimes lost biker, pummel me with questions about destinations in their own country. And within Mexico, from indigenous genes to colonial blood, every state becomes a different country with varying cultures, cuisine and physical characteristics of the people.
As many prosper while others starve, pockets of northern Mexican cities benefit from the overlapping selective affluence from her adjoining neighbor. Basking within the fiscal shadow of a more powerful economy, a closer proximity to the US border results in a questionable blend of what is not always the best America has to offer. Sparkling boulevards of state capital cities lined with flashy US business franchises seem more like upscale downtown Los Angeles than a country labeled, Developing Nation. Durango, Monterrey and Torreon prosper while choking in environmental pollution and fading famous Mexican open arms.
But the criminally expensive toll roads ( Autopistas) offer opportunities for spirited bikers to unleash their aching desires--escaping from typical constraints of aggressive US radar wielding traffic cops they can ride here as fast as a fenced-in concrete highway allows. Galloping along WFO, across barren high altitude deserts, after holding the throttle open for long stretches of 110 mph, when rolling back to eighty, it feels slow enough to get off and walk. But unsuccessfully coaxing giggling tollbooth girls to climb on the back of my bike takes the edge off of having to pay ten cents a mile to ride in heavenly near-solitude. Even when spotting distant rooftop cherries of the notorious Federales, if passing them politely enough to show respect, they acknowledge me with an approving nod.
The United States of Mexico, suffering collaterally from a hideous bloody war between rivaling drug cartels and competing corrupted government officials, can also be merely considered a modern-day wild-west in transition. But every situation is a package deal as we accept the bad with the good while balancing what serves us best. The live-and-let-live fundamental principals of Mexican society make this non-pretentious lifestyle a single-male-biker-paradise. As long as you don’t draw blood and avoid illegal drugs, there is little trouble to get into that a few hundred pesos can’t resolve. From a comparatively unregulated dating structure, to immediate social acceptance if merely attempting to speak Spanish, home in Mexico is wherever you want to roam. (And no matter the ultimate outcome, when smiling at dark-eyed pretty senoritas, they always smile back.) Affordable gourmet meals in rustic restaurants, cheap ice-cold robust ![beer](https://www.horizonsunlimited.com/hubb/images/smilies/beer.gif) and a year-round mild climate conducive to motorcycling further define this land of the perpetual do-it- manana mantra. Asking any middle-age expatriate why they choose to depart the relative security of America to live in frightful Mexico, condescending Gringos are shocked to hear the invariable response, “Freedom.”
Alas while exiting the industrial border states of Coahuila and Nuevo Leon, broad sweeping turns gently lower me across the pungent ranchlands of Tamaulipas directly into the vibrant green seaside jungles of Veracruz. A sad descent of the socioeconomic status accompanies a dusty Federal highway turned lumpy patchwork of decaying asphalt. Back at sea level, thick, sweet tropical Caribbean breezes blow in over endless sugar cane fields tended by machete swinging workers of noticeably aboriginal features.
An hour before entering the capital, just enough rain cascades down on a semi-truck congested single lane roadway to keep this from being a perfect ride. In a grand finale of the days adventure, shortly after sunset, rows of blinking traffic lights lead the way into a dazzling El Centro and the liveliest Zocalo in all of Mexíco. Swirling fumes of carbon monoxide are overridden as popular tourist restaurant kitchens pump overwhelming scents of jumbo shrimp simmering in buttery garlic sauces. Roving guitar bands booming baritone vocal harmonies vie with costumed mariachis as serenading minstrels in sidewalk cafés bang away on wooden xylophones. Arm in arm, teams of dark-skinned senoritas with long, curly black-hair parade the massive stone plazas pretending not to notice gawking male admirers. Silently pointing to their wares, standoffish Indian women dressed in similar hand-woven fabrics peddle traditional, colorful sticky candies and cheap souvenirs. Just to the side, well-dressed older salesmen manning bicycle-wheel carts eagerly urge gullible travelers to buy their neatly displayed fake Cuban cigars. And, at the end of long days ride, a weary biker pauses to smile while so at home in this tantalizing circus of humanity.
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Viking Assault (Part 1)
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December 7, 2008
Campeche, Campeche
Much of the eastern coast this week has been an easy, two-hundred-mile-a-day roll across decent roads, over-nighting in port cities from Tampico, Veracruz, Coatzocoalcos and Ciudad de Carmen to Campeche, with maybe a U-turn tomorrow in Merida. So far, most of the downtown Malecons (Seawalls) looked the same with concrete block strips of tempting open-air seafood restaurants, multistory hotels deteriorating in the corrosive salt air and well-maintained harbors clogged with old rusting bow-shaped fishing boats rocking in gentle rhythm next to giant tankers hauling petroleum.
Although still traveling according to plan-of-no-plan, I expected a turn-around anywhere along the most easterly point on a prime chunk of Mexican real estate jutting out to separate the Gulf of Mexico from the Caribbean Sea. The Yucatán Peninsula with its furthermost tip nearly touching Cuba, is bordered to the east by tropical Belize and to the south by Guatemalan rainforests.
The state of Quintana Roo is hardly known except for a familiar strand of spectacular coastline defining the scattered beach-lovers-over-commercialized enclaves surrounding Cancún. Along with the Maya ruins at Chichen Izta and Tulum, except for well-paid petroleum company employees, there’s supposedly not much else out there to draw Americans. And until encountering the blank stares of elite European retirees sauntering about dressed in perfectly creased safari shorts trying to be cool, I had not seen another paleface in the last twelve days. Abruptly departing from a blissful isolation from fellow foreigners, I was dismayed to discover being among organized tours of snotty Continentals equally annoyed to see a grungy Gringo biker park his rumbling machine in the middle of our shared hotel courtyard.
Unlike in more traditional colonial cities, no one here seems happy to see me.
But in this far region of the country primarily populated by indigenous people and their mixed descendants, even Mexicans from the interior are considered foreigners and except for the purpose of leaving behind pesos, are also not much appreciated. Up until 1517 when modern Campeche was accidentally “discovered” by stranded Spaniards, this once scientifically advanced culture stretched all the way to Honduras and Chiapas. And until colonialist Europeans and marauding pirates invaded to viciously squabble over what belonged to the natives for the previous twelve hundred years, ancient Yucatán was occupied by tribes of astronomy savvy Mayan Indians. Judging by the startling departure from typical Mexican warmth, many of these descendants seem to long more for their distant past than in the ensuing centuries of existing in subservience. In the first battle of Campeche, before the massive stone forts were built and soldiers multiplied, those of such short stature did a remarkable job of preserving their isolated domain by repelling c onquistadores with simple weapons, requiring a full twenty years to be eventually subjugated.
With disproportionately long arms and short legs, if over five feet high, round-faced Mayans with broad noses and thick lips are considered tall. Although a growing portion of today’s population is considered mixed, heavy cheekbones below almond eyes of black marbles, distinguishes the true natives from those richer in Spanish blood. Lucky for me, I rolled into Campeche, the state capital of Campeche just at the beginning of an annual Telethon parade to aid the handicapped.
Yet the arrival of another towering invader prompted revelers to offer only mild scowls, a disturbing reaction to a man who rode a long way to say hello.
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Very cool, Glen! I'll follow your travel logs any day!
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Great thread Glen,
I was plesantly surprised to see your post. I've followed your travels over the years and recently read your book. I have a lot of respect for you and all your accomplishments. I will be touring Mexico for a few weeks beginning April 4th and would like to buy you a ![beer](https://www.horizonsunlimited.com/hubb/images/smilies/beer.gif) in Mazatlan if you're there. Enjoy and ride safe.
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Great thread Glen,
I was plesantly surprised to see your post. I've followed your travels over the years and recently read your book. I have a lot of respect for you and all your accomplishments. I will be touring Mexico for a few weeks beginning April 4th and would like to buy you a ![beer](https://www.horizonsunlimited.com/hubb/images/smilies/beer.gif) in Mazatlan if you're there. Enjoy and ride safe.
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December 10, 2008
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More impressive than the abundance of wireless connections now available in most thirty-dollar-a-night-hotels, is the vast network of new highways crisscrossing the entirety of Yucatán Peninsula. No meandering livestock eyeing asphalt trails, and lightly traveled by commercial vehicles means pleasantly relaxed riding minus the constant danger distractions so prevalent in other rural regions of the country. Since by the time Mexicans expanded their telecommunications infrastructure, installing cell towers were cheaper than wires and poles, builders appear to have engineered wider signal coverage than exists in the US; much of that being 3G. And for travelers, keeping in touch allows more freedom.
Setting off to roam for a month is easy, staying in decent physical shape on varying restaurant food while hotel hopping and contending with business affairs in two countries is challenging. Ten years ago when a tech-savvy cousin from Norway first explained to me the Internet, a long-term goal became to develop a computer-connected career that would permit earning a living without being confined to one place. Today, if timing departures and returns, with a laptop and fast connection, I can download the latest audio financial reports in MP3 format into the GPS for playback while riding. Or for those almost mandatory personal appearances, it's a breeze to conduct free video conferences via Skype. A total disconnection from home is usually the best to absorb the surrounding experience, sometimes taking the office with me is the only way, to get away.
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Suddenly it’s easy to toggle from sitting in a 15th century Spanish Plaza using inalambrico (wireless internet) to a California real estate office for a market check and then download property photos. And only minutes later perform an impromptu Earth Ride slideshow to a small crowd in the Zocalo. Amazing no? From El Centro de Campeche to Palm Springs to Africa and just in time for a free concert by visiting Cuban musicians and dancers flown here as a goodwill gesture to perform in tonight’s telethon for aiding the handicapped.
A laid-back, harmonizing band of Cubans casually strum, toot, and bang out captivating Caribbean rhythms while most of a seated audience eagerly leaps up to dance with them.
But wild Cuban dancers in conservative Colonial Campeche? Whether it’s elaborately costumed pros from Havana’s internationally famous Copacabana or sassy street corners chicas high-speed-wriggling to thumping beats from plastic boom-boxes, nowhere in the world do women move like Las Cubanas. With jolting hips whipping side to side and rapidly churning buttocks, even when increasing camera shutter speeds, they still appear out of focus.
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December 14, 2008
Yucatán, Mexico
Although most Mexican cities will awe first-time as well as seasoned travelers, Campeche does it best with immaculate stone corridors enclosed by plastered walls of soft color pastels. As the primary seaport-trading gateway to the Yucatán Peninsula, this once colonial marketing center for foreign and domestic goods was violently coveted by rivaling European powers while constantly subject to pirate attack. An enormous granite block fortress designed to protect the first invaders from subsequent invaders, still encloses the entrance to the city. As though guarding this ancient stronghold, rows of deteriorating metal cannons make this UN declared World Heritage Site one of the most remarkable in Mesoamerica. And like all Mexican cities, public life centers around tree shaded plazas well equipped for early evening and Sunday afternoon strolls. Ice cream vendors and sidewalk cafés encircle raised rotundas while entire Mexican families spend hours together arm in arm.
From the smallest of backstreet restaurants to alleyway barbershops, one can always hear music or singing from blaring radios or roaming bands of street musicians. In comparing cultures of other developing nations, as evidenced in the unique smiles and laughter of their children, Mexicans recognize the importance of enjoying life. Despite pathetically low national wages, the bonds of material gain are balanced against the qualities of life, sharing, and the abundant love of la familia. Across the country, Sundays are dedicated to extended family gatherings-- El dia de familiar. Mexicans seem more content with simpler pleasures of romance, food and music, than impressing their neighbors with new cars and expensive jewelry.
Part of the original fortress has now been converted into a small museum of Maya artifacts.
Three days was not enough to absorb magical Campeche but there were plenty of opportunities to interact with locals. The most interesting by far was Eddy, a Chinese national, who after living in Ecuador for a year learning Spanish, moved his wife and three children to recently open the best Chinese restaurant in town. What an experience that our common language was Spanish.
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Hola Glen
Once again I find myself enjoying a trip through your gifted writing and photography. ![Clap](https://www.horizonsunlimited.com/hubb/images/smilies/clap.gif) I read your book while I was doing a ride around Australia. Planning a trip to Mexico in May and will be passing thru Mazatlan around the last week. I too, would like to buy you a ![beer](https://www.horizonsunlimited.com/hubb/images/smilies/beer.gif) if you are going to be in town.
Now back to the show, it's a good one.
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Once again I find myself enjoying a trip through your gifted writing and photography. ![Clap](https://www.horizonsunlimited.com/hubb/images/smilies/clap.gif) I read your book while I was doing a ride around Australia. Planning a trip to Mexico in May and will be passing thru Mazatlan around the last week. I too, would like to buy you a ![beer](https://www.horizonsunlimited.com/hubb/images/smilies/beer.gif) if you are going to be in town.
Now back to the show, it's a good one.
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