Monthly Archives: September 2010
You wake up at 2:30 am, wobble over to your food stash and grab a can of tuna, briefly consider digging further for a fork, but quickly decide the fingers will do and devour in 1 minute flat, before falling back into a coma.
You stop and stare into the horizon, whilst admiringly stroking the butt imprints on your trusty saddle.
Every person you meet asks you when, where, how, why and then……. are you crazy!?
You would rather ask Google than the locals, what the road is like ahead, because 8 times out of ten, the locals are wrong .
Someone offers you something and you immediately calculate the weight vs usage ratio.
You ask the sun for the time and the sky for the weather forecast.
You know the local environment just as well as the locals.
You can determine how fresh the rotting roadkill is from the smell.
You sit on a bus and it takes a few minutes for your brain to figure out why you are moving so fast without moving your legs.
You enter a town and with a look of sheer desperation, say to the first person you see, ‘ is there a bakery here!?’. Then proceed to sniff out the unmistakable smell of baked goods, regardless of the answer.
You ride shirtless in torrential rain for 8 hours through the mountains, during which you holler and make animal noises shaking your head in a rock n roll fashion, whilst the sheltered locals stare in bewilderment.
You look at the nutritional content of every purchase you make and feel disgusted when things don’t have enough calories.
Develop a sixth sense for sniffing out where the crazy dogs hang out and make sure your whip is in arms reach.
The blisters and callouses on your hands become a permanent feature.
You wake up at 4:30 am, reach over for the pre placed peanuts and pastries, devour and pass out.
There’s no place you’d rather be, than on your bike.
Denisse and friends for generally being awesome
Chrissy and family/friends for the superb hospitality and good times
Michelle and Dave for hosting me yet again
Raul for the ’3 meat’ torta and good talk
Unknown taxi Driver for coffee and local lowdown
Unknown woman who gave me a free room to bed down
Total miles to date: 4000 KM
Number of flat tires: Don’t get me started! Damn you Bob!
Disclaimer – my camera broke so these shots are from my crappy 5mp video camera, my camera is finally in for repair, so hopefully this will be the last of the dullness..