Mexico has been a real blast chaotic, historic, surprising, friendly, and often beautiful the riding has varied from rainy days in clouds at 2,500m, (we went even higher later - to 3,200m) to wonderful windy mountain roads near Copper Canyon (bigger than Grand Canyon), to steamy coastal strip near the Caribbean, to traffic snarled towns where stony faced aggression is the riding technique to choose, and a very few freeways.
The food is consistent - HOT! (pecante) - but I love it!
All in all great riding in a country I knew little about, but have enjoyed so much - I will return!!!
My Spanish started poorly, and left me feeling quite inadequate but as the days and weeks go by, it improves quickly, and I feel much more confident on the street or in the restaurants. After 3 months I expect I will be very comfortable.
We stayed in a classic Mexican town that seemed to be totally devoid of any tourist influence. We arrived to Mariachi music in the sqaure our very swank hotel was right next to the town square so we could open our window & watch the musicians & later drummers entertain the assembling procession crowd it was actually the start of a procession that wound its way round the cobbled streets, and up the hill to the church lots of fire crackers as well a great welcome to the town.
Later we wondered the crooked streets amazed at the shops of local clothing particularly the obscenely pointed cowboy boots and matching belts. They can never be accused of subtlety.
The cathedral at night is the prominent sight.
Our very swank hotel - in the morning before we left:
We stayed here a couple of nights a very quaint old Spanish hotel, and a really buzzing little town.
Matt & Rod hamming it up at the hotel - an abundance of ceramic tile architectural features:
This is where I shouted the group to a tequilla evening the best tequila we could buy, at a quaint little bar, and then waves of Olas!!!!! when lip, sip, suck, went round the bar several times. Then a great dinner to vibrant local music.
Followed by more tequilla's at the bar!
A late night!! At about 2.00am I remember calling a few people sorry! Chris, this is the view I described upto the plaza, where the Mariachis were still serenading evening walkers.
Needless to say a slow day the next day exploring the back streets of town seemed to have a grand church at every corner this was the grandest.
Amazing the social penetration the church has in these places an overwhelming (overbearing?) presence in fact!
Lots of hot days riding in the low lands along the Mexican Caribbean coast HOT!!! and muggy we had a good old thunderstorm one afternoon no one bothered to put their rain gear on just enjoyed the big fat rain drops & cooling down remember those good old 4pm thunderstorms??? Seems such a long time ago. Got to the hotel thoroughly wet but refreshed Greg didnt wait to change straight into the pool!
All that padding makes for good flotation!
Some waterfalls that flood down the river really a series of cascades quite impressive:
A town next to some extensive Mayan ruins. The ruins sat covered by jungle for over 1000 years the Spaniards missed them entirely - even now only 10% has been restored - the jungle still protects the rest. The Mayan era in this location was about 250AD to 900AD. The peak period was about 600AD when the most famous King Pacal built his tomb,
and his wifes tomb (complete with sacrifice altar) virgins were the normal sacrifice, but so were the losers of a type of football / volleyball (heads, shoulders, elbows & foot) game pretty serious game!!!
The Mayans were vegetarian, not a war based culture, and had quite well developed architectural skills the Mayan arch is evident everywhere.
The town was serviced by aqua ducts, and working sewerage.
The palace even included steam rooms, - Lisa in the steam room
The steam room was used to meditate - helped with just a little piute, mescal or mushrooms!!!
I am sure I have discovered the Mexican national sport it is called TOPES.
Adrenalin pumping action
Testing of man & machine
Often attracts spectators who cheer
Requires skill and dexterity
It doesnt, though, seem to have:
Rules or rule makers
A playing field of any specific definition
TOPES are ridges across the road, usually about 200mm high, and I believe initially intended to slow traffic down as you enter villages on regional roads. They are very successful at doing this, and in some instances are well placed, well marked (with upto 300m warning), in a state of good repair, and ONLY where they are needed. The problem is rarely are they all (or even any) of these things.
There also seems to have been a transformation of the intent, to where virtually anyone who wants traffic to be slowed down, goes and harvests some bitumen (usually) from some underdeveloped pot hole, heats it up a bit, lays it outside of his home / banana stall / drink stall, quasi security checkpoint, and then sits back to watch the fun.
Also people congregate at TOPES to sell you junk, collect donations for local charities, or canvas you for the next political election.
In all of this, the sport comes in when you see the TOPES too late, are traveling too fast, trying to overtake the truck moving at snails pace. A well designed TOPES is best traversed in 2nd gear at low revs.
We have traversed THOUSANDS of TOPES, and I now call myself a relative expert player at the game but still get it wrong on occasion and get punished with a BANG of the suspension, and an elevating heart rate.
I only hope the sport of TOPES doesnt become international, and stays in Mexico (just as Aussie Rules footie in Australia dont you think?).
Well, thats about it from Mexico into Guatemala next then Honduras, Nicaragua etc.
The bike is going great done about 28,000kms on it in 6 months no problems and such a great bike to eat up the distance on the long days, squirt through the twisties with great enthusiasm, and bump along the back roads & dirt tracks loaded with about 50kg of luggage all up and blissfully serenaded by my iPOD with 8,000 tracks I never get bored!!! Have to go & work on the tan today so adios mi amigos, catch you all soon.
Ron & The Black Mamba
Posted by Ron Markiewicz at 05:00 AM
What a fitting way to bring the end of Stage 1 of our expedition to a close than the wedding in the group.
Steve & Lisa decided that the expedition and Tuscon in particular would be a great time to get married.
They planned it well, and a fantastic event it was. A new member of the group (Pastor Ron) who joined us in Tucson officiated. It was an afternoon wedding in the gazebo at our hotel, followed by a wedding breakfast in the function room, some organized fun some gambling tables (roulette, blackjack & craps) were set up with the croupiers coaching us as we played for sheep stations (monopoly money), an ice sculpture that doubled as a drink server (the louge) with buried tube to chill the drink on the way. Inevitably it all got very merry, and most people ended up in the pool late at night in varying stages of dress from fully formal to fully buff!
Kevin (our group leader) played the father of the bride
Pastor Ron did a great job in a simple & meaningful blessing.
Photographing the photographers!
Throwig the bridal bouquet! Unfortunately one of our group was WAAAY to keen to catch it young Matt he really is on the prowl for a good woman!
Lisa was not impressed!!! (jokingly).
The group was resplendent in formal attire (provided by Lisa & Steve many thanks)
The ice sculpture (with luge tube)
Luge in use:
The rest of the evening was somewhat of a blurr!!!
A day to recover, and the next day was the end of Stage 1 of our expedition. Those leaving us had to deliver their bikes to the freight agent in Phoenix (about 100kms away) so they hired Harleys for a couple of days to come back to Tucson for the wedding and to say our farewells.
Leaving us were:
Dave (The Astronaut because of the amount of bling he brought & then accumulated more) Dave at Mexican Hat in Arizona just before we got to Tuscon Dave look out for falling rocks!!!
Shared the odd cup of tea with Dave on the side of the road - at some stunning scenery been great fun Dave.
Richard (a quiet one who soaked up every moment & was a thorough gentleman)
Remember Richard stand UP, look UP, Gas UP!!! (Rons secrets for successful dirt riding!)
Evan we shared my bike for a few days as Evans Honda had expired. Evan had the trip of a lifetime & helped everyone.
Linley (a fellow Aussie)- rode the HP2 with style never hurried and always smiling (she supported the local economy in most towns, with enthusiastic shopping followed by a trip to the post office!)
John (and the fruit of his loins Greg). The trip was Johns graduation gift to Greg having just finished his degree. Greg was having so much fun he decided to continue to Argentina with us!
(doing the famous Harley salute we say all over the US as we passed traveling Harleys)
Joining the group in Tucson Pastor Ron(from the US) and Eric (a British actor of some note) but we will have plenty of opportunity to chronicle our adventurous encounters in later entries.
Ron & the Black Mamba
Posted by Ron Markiewicz at 06:07 PM