Oaxaca burning

Tues  Here’s a thing we don’t get: Why do people give such blatantly questionable directions? In the morning as we were packing our bikes, Peter asked the woman working in the cabaña office what the road to Oaxaca was like from Ixtlan. Her confident reply was that it was just a little bit uphill, then … Continue reading →

Las Tuxtlas y Los Angeles

This post spans April 9 – 16 With the ceiling fan controller box melted from faulty wiring, we woke in a sweaty blur to load our bikes and push on to Veracruz. The ride was short and easy into the notorious city which supposedly has a reputation as a raging party port town. We didn’t … Continue reading →

The first two weeks

Cabo Pulmo, Sea of Cortez, Southern Baja California, Mexico. (Farkling with the Fam) We were 1560 miles apart, yet with uncanny telepathic unison, we both scrambled up to the last minute to get our bikes together before boarding flights to Mexico.  Although our bike boxes were bigger than the over-sized size, and we could have … Continue reading →