12/04/2012 D 43
When I arrived in Veracruz, I had been arguing with the voice in my helmet. It wants to know what I am doing and I could not answer with satisfactory manner. At this moment of the trip, I am having such an identity crisis.
I had to admit after traveling so far, I realized that I have no idea what I am doing. That is a very scary thought thousands miles away from home.
So after leaving Veracruz, I decided to do what I can do best; enjoy the ride and be in mercy of natives.
The ride out of Veracruz was bit confusing and I took the wrong turn, found myself enroute to Oxaca. instead of Yucatan. So I went to Oxaca.
On the way I met group of native bikers following a truck. So I followed them.
When they stop, I stop and we talk.
They tell me they are going to Juquila. After moment I learn they are pilgrims going to the town of Juquila.
Trust me, going through the mountain with small cc local bikes is not a easy task.
That afternoon I made wise decision to quit early and found a wonderful spot at Yetla.
They have a beautiful facility run by the native community.
At Yetla, I encounter another sign about Juquila and the virgin.
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