Having been in the middle of the desert for the Manchester derby, I planned things out to ensure I could keep track of the final day of the season. For a good hour of the games, I was very happy that I had. Then injury time started and Mike wondered why I shouted rather loudly. Two minutes later my smile was gone and I was shouting again. I guess it’s just practice for the middle of June when Euro 2012 starts and I get to see how England do.
It was a hot day and while I rode with Mike 2/3 of the way, I was starting to get a slight headache from being in the sun so long. So, after meeting a couple of guys who gave us water and told us that it was a nice easy road ahead, I told Mike I’d meet him in Mulegé. The easy road that we’d been promised wasn’t there and the road kicked up for a few kilometres, which just meant I got a glorious descent down the other side.
Sitting in Mulegé, waiting for Mike, I was glad that we’d parted ways. I needed to be in the shade and so found a Tecate store to wait outside. While I was sat round eating salty peanuts, a guy on a bike came up to me and started talking. His name was Rafael and he didn’t speak much English, but I got my letter out and we sat round for 30 minutes or so talking about my trip.
Mike rolled up and was dehydrated and overheated so I helped him roll his bike off the road. He got himself a water and a beer to start rehydrating. While he was emptying the bottle of water over his head there was a large BANG as his rear tyre exploded as the heat expanded the tube too much.
Rafael asked us where we were staying and said we’d be more than welcome to camp outside his place. We took him up and had a lovely time getting to know him and seeing Mulegé.
Descent into Mulegé