The Mexican flipper…

December 31, 2010

… or the Yucatan Pancake.  Mexico’s side boob?  We spent a week riding across the flat, flat, FLAT side tail of the Mexican landscape, really rounding out our Mexico riding experience.  We traversed a network of small back roads, some dirt, as we passed through small towns mostly unvisited by outsiders.  We also found ourselves on some great roads neither our map or Google maps would allude to.  With a little local information, nothing makes us smile more than getting to explore roads whose existence go unrecorded.

With a greatly anticipated and highly looked-forward to visit from my mom approaching, we cruised along heading for the Carribean and the adventures that await us in Cuba and beyond.

Quintessential bike touring scene...

...through flat fields and pasture land...

The Yucatan and its subsequent marshes are known as a home for an abundance of varietal birds, making a pair of binoculars and a good bird book something of longing...

Tried as I may, I could not pull this curtain any higher to reveal the face of the Divine Baby Jesus. My imagination has run wild ever since. Awkward fro? Double chin? This cart was part of a carnival set up to celebrate Guadalupe, something Mexico does for the whole month of December...

Ants. Our nemesis, especially the biting ones...

How those ants see us...

Beautiful, but difficult to ride in, gypsum sand...

The way Mexico does decorative mailboxes...

...and the way I do holiday cheer...

As we eat lunch, consisting of our staple fresh fruit and tortillas, the usual curious crowd gathers. As most kids do, they fool around with each other trying to get our attention before a bold young girl plants the inviting "Donde viene?" These times are then filled with wide eyes and many giggles, hands down my favorite part of this traveling...

Rogue cotton plants alongside the road...

As dusk settles in, there is never any worry about traveling these roads well into the night. Aside for the occasional fellow biker, traffic is unseen...

Camping in the Yucatan is ample and sweet. Every kilometer of road offers numerous trails to turn down, mostly used for beekeeping and logging...

 

These one room, thatched roof huts were sharing the living space with the usual concrete structures found in villages...

 

These kids rode along side us for a short time, moving at a very fast pace for their set up. I told them they were very impressive and they were noticeably very proud...

 

Behold the almighty maize seen everywhere, even in the architecture...

 

 

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: