Touching back down…
March 18, 2011
What took us 6 months to ride our bikes toward, we flew into in a matter of hours. We were right back in Cancun, landing in an airport we had only visited once in order to try to extend our Meixco visas in their immigration department. We stepped off the plane, tanless, carrying backpacks and wearing clean clothes. The reactions we got were funny.
“Hey, backpackers! Wanna ride? Wanna ride” Wanna taxi? Wanna go to the hotels?”
“We’re cyclists” we grumbled. And then we started our walk out to the highway where we planned to hitch as far down to the Belize border as we could.
If you’ve ever cycled toured, you can probably relate to the feeling of pride you have when you arrive somewhere by bike, having rode there all by your own power and gumption. Being without bike, we did not feel very whole. Luckily, it only took us two rides to get all the way down to the border. We arrived about 3 kilometers from the checkpoint and settled our tentless selves into a cheap motel for the night. The next day, we walked across into Belize (not getting charged an exit fee this time, thank you Mexico). We happened to catch a bus right there from Customs all the way to Ladyville, where the airport is, for $8 Belize each (total $8 US for both of us).
By early afternoon, we were unlocking the door that had safely kept our bikes from view in the semi-abandoned hotel next to the Belize Airport. John and Judy, the missionary proprietors of the place, had kindly kept our bikes secure for the almost two months we were gone. We can not thank them enough for this help.
We did unfortunately find, to all of our surprise, the room had not received enough ventilation, and most of our stuff was molded over and the bikes pretty rusty. It was a bit of a sock to the gut. Based on the way the outside of our frames look, we shudder to think of all the deterioration there must be on the insides. These last few months definitely took off some serious life from the bikes. But… what are you gonna do? We cleaned and fixed them best we could and washed our stuff, including our sleeping bags, which were very overdue for a washing anyway.
By the second evening in Belize, we were whole again, setting off in a direction untraveled by us.