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A long road ahead lies ahead of us,
we roll forward and ahead in the day time. Greetings from the hot sweaty southern Mexican heat.
Our ride from Puebla was a pleasant slap of wind to the face when we hit the dried lake of Alchichica. Now that we were three the dynamic was enhanced by Johnzy, cyclo-veganista from Montreal. We happened upon a dead creature on the side of the road, rabbit roadkill. After a brief discussion the three plant eaters decided to air on the side of caution and eat its two hind legs. We camped in a goat herders/hoarders paradise and dined on rabbit stew.
From there we climbed a few hills and curves of asphalt towards the hilly curves of Xalapa, land of jalapeños.
Xalapa was a chill sesh with the homie Fredy, who graciously housed us and has an exuberant amount of energy and creativity.
We got to experience a fandango en La Casa de Nadie, we jammed until our hands cramped and our fingers hurt from strumming our lil ukuleles. A few days of recuperating and off we went to the east chasing the fading sunlight and the afternoon showers.
The roads were laden with fallen fruit mainly mango. So we ate a moderate amount of 15 each.
On the way through Veracruz and to the East Coast of Mexico we were hosted by many families and friends who are a part of a cyclists network. From Cardel to Veracruz to Alvarado to Salta Barranco we were welcomed by fellow two-wheeled enthusiasts. After our short but sweet stint as a cycling triage, the three became two again when we parted ways with our dear pal Johnzy.
We caught wind of a Son Jarocho music seminar in the rural town of Boca de San Miguel for the spring break of Mexico, Semana Santa. We got to learn and camp with the legendary familia Vega.
For 10 days we were surrounded by amazing musicians, dancers, and all around nice people. The family vibes, the rural farm life, the flowing harp and stringed music, it all swept around us like the dust that layered our tent.
After the melodies were woven into our thoughts it was time to set sail again for the hills. We biked to the Riverfront town of Tlacotalpan where we camped next to the city hall. We took a series of hitch rides and a bus to make it to the city of Oaxaca in order to meet up with our beloved kiggie.
Reunited and it felt so good we went to see the widest tree the in the world, the Tule tree (according to kiji), swam in the bubbling puddles of hierve el agua, and took the back entrance to Monte Albán through local mountain trails.
After refreshing sips of tejate and chilacayote the mountain breeze was beckoning. Sadly this meant our departure from kg the hOmie. After two months of good times we embraced our hopeless romantic one last time (for now) and wished him good luck for his season in Yosemite.
We rode the heatwave through the dry hills to Ejutla and then the next day the tables turned when we ended up knocking on a Jehovah witness family’s door and camped in their yard. Luckily they talked to us more about dog farts than God and before we knew it we were on our way up the steep mountain roads towards San Jose Del Pacifico, the city of magic mushrooms. Sadly it wasn’t the high season for the towns’s fungus friends and Annina could only eat toast so we quickly high-tailed it down the mountains. Along the way We met a duende, a trickster elf, in real life. He told us it was a smooth downhill and short cut to go down the road towards San Pedro el Alto, but lo and behold he was a duende well versed in the art of trickery. Swollen hands and a broken back rack later, we took refuge in Pluma Hidalgo, the land of the coffee.
Needless to say we were hella caffeinated on the ride out of that little Pueblo; riding the sweet downhill into the sticky heat of the Pacific coast (we made it back to you!). We camped on the beach in Huatulco, getting spiced out on bean and salsa tostadas.
Now we’re pedaling on our way into Chiapas.
Here is the video recap for the month of April:
As always send us an update of how it’s going in your life. It’s great to hear from y’all.
Sweaty sweat bath hugs,
Annina & Ernesto
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