Gender feminism sends me to south america

[kramnamhoh]

At mcdonalds in Oaxaca, a man named Eduardo sees that I am having trouble ordering a hamburger without onions. He intervenes for me, and gets my order straightened out. He sees that I want to get online, so he has the manager find a plug in for me and sets up a wifi connection over his phone. I keep running into people like Eduardo that are so nice to me.
I like stopping at churches to look inside. There are many beautiful colonial churches across mexico. In San Miguel de Allenda, I watched the nuns ring the giant bells by hand.

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After Oaxaca, I decide to go to the Mitla ruins to see if I can find another free camping spot. I get there about dark, and am not happy to find that the ruins are in town. No worries though, I saw some sort of building on the way in town the looked at a glance like some sort of religious facility. I decide to go there and see if I can hide behind it and make my camp for the night. It looks deserted. I wait until well after dark to setup camp. All seems good, I watch the full moon rise over the cloud covered mountains, and get settled in to continue reading my book. Then I hear a vehicle pull in, and then see the lights go on in the building. Shit!! Maybe they will get whatever they need and go. Just as I get out of tent and am thinking that they may leave, the door by the tent opens and the light goes on. There stands a women with her baby,and her teenage son. I’m setup on the back porch of their house!!! I manage to say ‘Hola’, but that’s all I can come up with. I quickly get out my ipod translator, and after an eternity, it’s on and I type in something about being sorry, I didn’t mean to scare them, and that I’m willing to pay to stay the night. All she keeps saying is “mi esposa aqui momenta” or something like that, which I interpret as her husband will be there shortly. I pack up camp in record time, and am out of there laughing all the way. I find a place to hide behind a cactus in a farmer’s field and go to sleep still laughing about camping at someone’ s house.

[kramnamhoh]

,i like trying yogurts wherever I am traveling too. Last year, iin France, I gorged myself on the great yogurt there. The yogurt is different everywhere you go. The weirdest flavor so far is this one.....Pineapple and Celery. Not sure who thought of mixing those two flavors. It tasted as bad as it sounds.....

[YetiGS]

Originally Posted by kramnamhoh

, The weirdest flavor so far is this one.....Pineapple and Celery. Not sure who thought of mixing those two flavors. It tasted as bad as it sounds.....

It also has Nopal which is cactus (Prickly Pear here). Sounds yummy.

That said, Pollo Nopal is one of my favorite Mexican dishes.

[Slash1]

This really is fun.

[Shibby!]

Great ride report Mark!

It was great fun Riding with you. You taught me how to ride like a hooligan in the city and get away with it. I then showed Fletch and now have him slicing up city traffic.

I think you are now a day or two ahead of me. In San Cristobal now. Gloves were pinched in the square when I arrived last night. Just bought mechanics gloves at autozone. They'll do. I really liked those Klim gloves though.

Maybe seeya in the future! Keep the rubber side down but leaned way over!

(I'll see about getting you those pics)

[kramnamhoh]

The temperature goes from cold to hot to cold again as I travel though different areas. After Oaxaca the wind gets so severe that I have to stop. The tail bag acts like a big sail and it’s hard to keep the KLR on the road. I have never seen so many windmill electric generators so thick. I wait for a semi- truck to come by and follow them about 10 feet from the back of the truck in the wind shadow to make it past the windy area.

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The air has been clean off and on for a the last 2 days. In San Cristobal it is the cleanest yet. It’s a very nice tourist town. I stay at an Israeli ran hostel. So, outside I can’t understand the Spanish, and inside, I can’t understand the Hebrew. I borrow a drill and fix my tailbag here. The bolts have come undone on my tailbag and it bounces up and down with every bump. On the bigger bumps it pushes my bags into my back. I get it drilled and use the last of my giant zip ties to tighten it down to the frame.

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The hostel host invited me along on the group trip to the’ secret’ waterfall. He made a big deal out me not showing anybody else where it’s at. Uhhh….ok, the next time I’m with someone on the most remote road in mexico, I promise to not show them this waterfall..ok?? I am a little hesitant about going since they all usually speak Hebrew. I thought I’d give it a try, so off we go with me following their vehicle to the camp area. I try to make conversation with the Israeli people, but can only get them talking to me when one of them is alone. The moment someone from the group approaches, they turn to them, start talking in Hebrew, and act as if I’m not there. It happens once, then twice, then a third time. By this time, I’ve had it with them. I don’t want to go camp with a bunch of people that won’t talk to me. I get directions to the secret waterfall from the hostel host/owner, and I’m off to find the falls on my own. I did find them, and they were spectacular, especially so since I didn’t pay for a tour to get there!!

[kramnamhoh]

On the way out, I get stuck in road construction. I sit behind the truck for at least 20 minutes in the jungle heat while the road crew talks, goes to the bathroom, and every once and awhile looks back at the line forming and smiles. They are building concrete strips for the cars to drive on out of the mud apparently. They are fun on a bike, and some of them have a least a foot drop off in between them.

[kramnamhoh]

After the secret waterfall, I follow the back road along the Guatemala border toward Palenque. The only problem with this 300 mile loop is that there are no gas stations yet open. You get gas at these roadside ‘gas stations’. There will be a line of jugs of gas to let you know where the gas is. You pick out the size of jug that you want, and the fuel transfer engineer pours it for you.

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