My alarm went off at 4:30, and I was out of bed by 5, but still didn’t leave the house until just before 6. I was planning to head south, to the Mayan ruin of Lamanai and then beyond through roads varying from badly potholed to sandy beach so as to not double back. Mike loves to ride, but his mountain bike is out of action right now so he could only join me for the first few miles where there was some form of paving on the road. We made it to the next village and said our farewells, him
After a rest day hanging out with Paco and Nancy, it was finally time to leave Mexico for good. I’d crossed the border from the US just over a year earlier, unable to speak Spanish and not knowing much about the history of Mexico, while now I’m able to get by just fine with my Spanish and even use it to discuss things such as Porfirio Diaz, the dictator who was in power at the turn of the 20th century, and have seen a very large number of ruins.
Paco had offered to ride with me to the
In my last few days back home I got very little sleep. I was trying to catch up with things that I’d just not got round to during my time back home. I figured that 3 weeks would be plenty to get everything done, but I procrastinated plenty and was busy doing other things. A perfect example of that was that it took me the best part of two weeks to start working through the mountain of photos I took while in Cuba. I’d arrived back sure that I’d get on that quickly, but it took
A month in Cuba isn’t really enough to see everything that the country has to offer by bike. I could have got a visa extension, but there was something more important that meant I couldn’t stay – my grandparents’ 60th wedding anniversary. I’d promised them more than a year earlier that I’d be home for it, but I organised the flights without anyone knowing and so it was a lovely surprise for them when I turned up. The only one who knew I was coming back was my