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.
During our rest days in Culiacán, Mike confirmed his plan to try to study Spanish there. He was feeling frustrated at times with the opportunities and conversations he was missing due to his limited language ability, and, for him, Culiacán made perfect sense as a place to study. The people we were staying with were like family to him, indeed one of them was his goddaughter, and so it would be comfortable. Even if he hadn’t decided to study Spanish in Culiacán, our routes would have probably
After almost a month, it was finally time to leave Cincinnati. I’d used the time to get some new things for my trip including two tyres, a wheel-lock, a chain, a bell and some legwear. I’d taken my bike to a shop to replace the chain, the first thing I’d had to replace outside of the spokes. The old chain probably still had a couple of thousand miles in it, but I was in no need to try to squeeze every inch of life out of it. When replacing my chain, the mechanic told me that
I forgot about writing this post and so it’s being written two weeks after the event. It’ll be just a short post reflecting my thoughts then. I’ll write another one in a few days to update with current thoughts – March 29th
Chad & Loren needed to head to Kroger to buy some things soon and with me heading that day decided to join me. While they’re thinking of buying bikes to go grocery shopping, we’d be going in Chad’s truck. Living in a remote place
The night I’d arrived in Pompano, I’d met Noelle’s co-worker Gary. He put me in touch with a friend of his called Thomas who had also cycle toured and lived in Palm Beach. We’d been e-mailing and arranged to meet up just down the road from Mike’s place at 8am. It meant I had to get up early and Mike was a great help. While I was packing my bike, and cursing that I didn’t have a Click-Stand, he was arranging breakfast.
Since finding my Click-Stand