Showing posts from December, 2016

Moving inland

Placencia, Belize to San Ignacio, Belize
198.3 kilometers ridden.
Last night was incredibly hot so we opened up the doors to the bunk house. It brought us a nice breeze but with it came the mosquitoes. The whole night was spent tossing and turning. Either being too hot from having the sheet over my whole body and head to stop the bug bites, to shedding it and being eaten alive.
I got up and moving around 8 and made my way to the bathroom to put my contacts in and get ready. The original plan had been to get moving early in the day and make it to San Ignacio by mid-day. But early is such a vague term....

I dressed went for water at the bar by the pool. Despite the early hour, a women with glasses, long brown hair and looking to be in her early to mid-twenties was there with a large amount of baggage. She was talking to the bar keep as I slid up and began to drink water and use the Wi-Fi to catch up. When Aaron got up and moving we talked a bit about what to do for breakfast. With…

The Cape Cod of Belize

Punta Gorda, Bel. to Placencia, Bel.
198.8 kilometers ridden.

We started the day by eating breakfast from what we had in our bags so we could get moving faster. We loaded the bikes quickly but it still seemed to take a long time to get moving. The day was sticky-hot and it wasn't even noon yet.

As we rode out of Punta Gorda we stopped several times for photos at signs and on piers. Aaron had some prior history with his father's military service at Cattle Landing so we stopped there as well to take photos. 

Leaving town we stopped and filled up with fuel and each had a cold drink and some ice cream. It was funny to have the staff at the gas station hear Aaron had ridden from England and not say anything but here I came from Alaska and get very excited. 

We headed out to the Farm Inn for Ed's soap dish he had gotten from Alaska. The ride was worth the whole trip south. The roads twisted among rolling hills and beside rivers lacing the rain forest. The pavement was smoo…

From touristville to slumsville in a short days ride

Hopkins, Belize to Punta Gordo, Belize
154.6 Kilometers ridden.
The plan was simple. We would get up early and make a ride for Punta Gordo where we could spend the day looking at the southern portions of Belize and take some photos of the sea.  Aaron and I had decided to ride together as Ed had already come from the south and would be doing his own thing.
Like all plans, it went to hell right away.
When it was time to get up the sound of rain pounding the small cabins roof was overwhelming. The dusty wooden shutters could do nothing to stop the water from reaching the sill and even dripping into the room. With a choice between an on time, but soaked, departure or sleeping in, sleep won. A cold shower, while a little better than a wet ride, is not the ideal way to start my waking day. A delicious hot breakfast would have been a perfect pick up to break from the dreary grey day, but stale from the package lemon cream cookies and a few peanuts was all I could manage to round up…

Hanging out at the Dodo

Hopkins, Belize – The Funky Dodo backpackers’ hostel.
Zero kilometers ridden.
While Aaron and I had both planned to move on today, a rest in this little hippie oasis that was The Funky Dodo seemed to be the answer we both needed.  Ed must have thought so too as he moved from his hostel up the road to join us at the Dodo.
It had been nice to sleep in a bit and I was looking forward to a shower. As I joined the land of the living I asked Christine how the showers were. 
“Great, nice and warm” was her response.
She had apparently gotten the first batch of water from the sun warmed tank.  I got the freezing cold water being dropped from the shower head as it was pumped from the well. It wasn’t my first cold shower of the trip by any means but it left me lots to rib Christine about as we walked up the street to get a breakfast of liquid yogurt from the shop. 

Once Ed got all checked in it was time for a walk to the beach at the center of town.  We took some photos before wander…

The Good, The Bad, and the Ninty

Chetumal, Mexico to Hopkins, Belize
274.9 Kilometers ridden.
I slept in too late again this morning and then fucked about getting stuff done in the morning.  I managed to take my meds without eating anything and it seemed to turn my stomach now that I have begun taking the mild anti-biotics I was prescribed as anti-malarial tablets.  I didn’t really get checked out of the hotel until about noon and then once I had the bike loaded I only went a few hundred meters up the road to stop at an Oxxo for a yogurt, a zero calorie Mexican energy drink, and a ham and cheese croissant out of the deli case.  Not gourmet but enough to calm my stomach within about 20 minutes of finishing and getting on the road.
The ride to the boarder with Belize was simple enough, though I found I hadn’t managed to add the Central American maps to my GPS yet so I was left with my phone as my only navigational aid.

The boarder itself wasn’t too bad as I tried to pull into the first building and was told I…

That's it, I'm blowing this popsicle stand


Cancun, Mex.

10.3 kilometers ridden.

There isn't anything quite like five hours of sleep after a night of adrenaline fueled night riding. Not from some fun track but cause someone decided to hit your parked motorcycle...

I got woken up because I was a bit late for getting ready to make practice. It was a disorienting wake up where the world seemed to be nothing by streaks of bright light blurring my vision and drunk like stagger to answer the knocks on the door of the room I was staying in.

I got gear prepared and packed in just a few moments once I was able to jab contacts into my sleep-crusted eyes and find focus outside the few clear inches in front of my face. While I prepared and got out to the corner with my host to grab a cab, the events of the last 24 hours still felt surreal. The only thing to remind the nightmare was real was the sight of my damaged bike in the middle of the living room as I went by.

The cab ride to the practice venue was simple enough and I go…

The big hit

Ciudad Del Carmen, Mex to Cancun, Mex
701 kilometers ridden.
I slept in too late for the hotels breakfast so I showered and chose to eat the other burger for breakfast as I packed. I talked a little with both Cat and Montserrat while I made my final preparations to leave.
My usual routine of loading the bike caused me to be pouring sweat despite having just left the hotels AC. The sun was painfully bright as it reflected off of every shiny surface on the bike back at me from the Concrete. In the short few moments it took me to be loaded and ready I was already drenched and nearly blinding myself with sweat pushed from my hair as I donned my helmet.
The ride through town was stop and go due to the traffic control layout. In the heat it made me acutely aware of how little water I had been drinking and how poor my diet has been over the last few weeks.
Being that it was already passed noon, I wanted to make up time as best I could so I ran quick and only stopped for fuel and water…

So tools under the seat might not be the best place

Veracruz, Mex to Ciudad Del Carmen, Mex
668.6 kilometers ridden.
Sleep was good but fitful as one of the women in the sleeping room kept on her phone for most of the night, seeming not to sleep or to care about the rest of us in the room.
I should have gotten up and got on the road quickly but instead was slow to get moving. I talked with Montserrat for a little bit and got caught up on my on-line work from my bunk. I dressed slowly and got all of my things packed before walking down for the included breakfast. It was an unglamorous affair of poorly cooked eggs with thin slices of hot dog mixed in, fried beans, and a slice of white toast with butter. I wolfed it down quickly while answering questions about the trip.
The loading of the bike went simply enough, except that I forgot to fix the windshield mounting before I had already fully loaded the bike, thus blocking the tools I needed from access as they were below the seat.
I got google maps programmed and talked to Cat for a…