October 12th through the 14th, 2011
When planning my route through Mexico I had one goal clearly in mind – Avoid Mexico City. I have heard wonderous things about this, one of the worlds largest. Museums, buildings, things that you can see there that you just can’t see anywhere else. But I had also heard about it’s traffic, it’s maze of streets, and it’s less than honest police force.
When I had changed my route to an inland, I had to pass close to Mexico City, there was just no way to avoid it. Sergio, in Puerto Vallarta when he was helping me build an inland route, had carefully explained how I should go around the city.
It didn’t quite work out that way.
The day started off fine. The sun was shining and traffic wasn’t bad. But the sun didn’t stay shining. Somewhere I took a wrong turn and found myself in a small town off the route Sergio had given me to follow. Looking at my map, it looked like I could get back to it following a smaller road that wasn’t labeled on my map. I found a road that looked to be the same one, and rode off. I felt better, since there were freight trucks on the same road, and they had to know where they were going.
They did. And I found myself in Mexico City.
I didn’t take many…any…pictures while I was fighting my way through traffic. I should feel bad about that, but I don’t. It took me hours to find my way out, and then all I did was get lost in the suburbs.
I did take some pictures.
Most of the smaller towns have these statues near the main road in. They vary a lot, but this one caught my eye more than others.
I stopped in Cuautla, which was painfully close to where I had started that morning, but I was mentally done for the day. Once the bike was parked and secure I went for a walk around the little stalls where people were selling just about everything.
Pretty clear which part of the jeans they are showing off.
Sadly I had already eaten, and didn’t try any.
The next morning I made a few Skype calls, since my insurance was having issues with automatic payments. I don’t see what was so hard about it, but I don’t work for an insurance company. Getting out of town was nerve-wracking after the day before, but there were no issues. And once I was back in the hills and green fields I was feeling much better.
There was one construction delay, but the roads were fine and I reached Oaxaca early. I chose a hotel close enough to the city center to be able to walk, but mainly located where I could easily get out of town. It was probably more than I should have spent, and was a very nice place, but I decided I didn’t much care.
I was in Oaxaca.