We slept pretty well and tried to head off early to beat the heat. We knew there was a climb out of town and then the road would flatten out. We’d filled our bottles the night before, and so were out and going. I spotted a tamale vendor pushing his card and having 7 pesos in my pocket decided to buy one, it ended up being a great choice because we didn’t find a place to stop for a good while.
Pedro had been having problems with his left knee before we got to DF, so much so that in Mexico
We had asked around the night before and were told that we had to wait in front of the auditorium between 8 and 8:30 to get to the butterfly sanctuary. There are two close to Angangueo, El Rosario and Sierra Chincua and we had been told that El Rosario was better, but Sierra Chincua was an easier hike. Pedro was in his nicely worn out bike shoes and I in my ninja shoes. When we got there at 8, a Mexican guy motioned us over and asked us if we were in town to see the butterflies, we let him know
Even though the 3rd course at UNAM finished on the 3rd of December, we didn’t hit the road until the 12th which was good, although it was a shame about the circumstances. Back in September, I and Pedro had applied to change our status from tourists to students before our original 180 day visa ran out. Mine took a while, but with some prodding I eventually got it. Pedro wasn’t so lucky. After missing lots of classes going to the visa office (which is open 9-1, same time as class) he
I arrived in Mexico City at the end of June with the idea of taking a six-week course. 5 months and 3 courses later, I’m just about ready to leave. I’ve never been a great student, and while I studied a lot for the first course, and a good amount for the second, I didn’t study much during this final one. I’ve had a lovely time being off my bike, made some great friends and seen a side of Mexico that I never could have without the break, but it’s time to hit the road.
From Veracruz I headed west to Cordoba. It felt like a long climb, made worse by a light rain. The side of the autopista wasn’t perfect, but in a situation like that it seemed better than being on the free road. The rain really picked up when I got to Cordoba and was looking for Juan Carlos’, my host, place. It turned out that he was in his family restaurant and when I got there I got to dry off and then enjoy his mum’s delicious cooking. He was working in the internet cafe next