Today was some of the best riding I've had in a few weeks. It makes me realize why I ride motorcycles, and why I go to crazy places like Central America on them.
In Juchitan I had breakfast at a smoothie stand on the street - I didn't know exactly what was in it (fresh orange juice, celery, cactus?, pineapple, etc), but it was great and only 15p. In NYC that would easily be 6 bucks.
The road out of Juchitan was easy to find, and there was a toll road of 26p, not on my map, going into Salina Cruz. Since I didn't know exactly what road I was looking for, I got a bit lost in this town - a hilly industrial shipping town with huge trans Pacific freighters parked out front.
Once I found the road, I ended up riding with a BMW 650 with a Distrito Federal (Mexico City) license plate. I've always been a fan of this bike, but have heard it's a bit low on power. I no longer beleive this - this guy rode it like a Ducati, and was very difficult to keep up with. We met at a gas station, and it turns out he speaks english very well. He recommended me a few places to check out, including Puerto Escondido, where I am now.
The road we were riding was simply awesome. It would alternate from a mile or two of fast straightaways to another mile or two of twisty desert mountain riding, with beautiful views of the crystal blue Pacific on every other turn. There was also not too much other traffic on the road, besides some buses and pickup trucks.
A nice walk on the beach and I've decided I like this town. Although most people can speak english, it's not overrun by American tourists. The hotel I'm in is the cheapest yet in Mexico, a hundred pesos. Of course, the sink is broken in half and there is no water in the toilet, but the bed seems alright, and it's an easy walk to the beach. I look foreward to eating some seafood tonight and more relaxation on the beach - another night here might just be in store.
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