My host Jared, his girlfriend Diane, showed me a lovely time during my stay in Tula. That included going out to see the ruins of the old capital, walking around town, meeting their friends, eating copious amounts of delicious ice-cream and playing squash.
I’d arrived on the Tuesday, planned to have Wednesday as a rest day and then head out on the Thursday to arrive in Mexico City (DF) so I could register for my courses on the Friday. I was having a lovely time with them and Jared’s
I was up with the sun as I wasn’t sure if the farmer whose old building I was camped in would come to visit. I packed up and pulled off at the nearby junction to find breakfast and water. After a petrol station breakfast I headed out towards Tula, where I had a Couchsurfing host lined up.
My left crank continued to loosen, and having stopped 3 or 4 times I was getting kinda annoyed. I stopped at a little shop by the side of the road and saw a pick-up truck with some guys standing next to
After the early morning the day before, I went for the option of having a lovely lie-in and didn’t get up until past 11am. Pedro and I had a lazy day at his new place trying to work some things out. He wasn’t sure about the details of his living situation, and was trying to get in touch with the owner of the place. I was caught between having a rest day in San Miguel, and getting on my bike. If I had decided to stay another day, I would have struggled to bike the whole way to DF, so
Not being English, Pedro had no desire to get up at 6am to head to San Miguel to watch England’s inevitable glorious defeat on penalties. You may think that I can only write that because I’m writing this after the game happened, but that’s just because you’re not English. It’s what we have done in every tournament I can remember. We qualify, struggle through the group stages playing well for maybe half a game and then go out against the first decent team we play
We got up with plans to leave early, but then spent the morning hanging out with Hector and family. Although we were excited to get to Guanajuato (GTO), it was also really easy to spend the morning with them. When we eventually left, Hector’s gardener gave us a lift out of town to make up for some of the time we had lost to ensure we actually had some time in GTO.
The road was straight, flat and busy, but with the mountains that GTO is located in appearing it kept it interesting. Just before