Guanajuato I don’t like tunnels. Unfortunately, to get in/out/around Guanajuato the long, dark, narrow, winding – often unlit – tunnels are unavoidable. On a bicycle in such a tunnel, climbing up a steep hill at 8kph, you feel extremely exposed and vulnerable. As a result, entering Guanajuato on bicycle was a pretty stressful experience. The …
Monthly Archive: April 2012
Apr 23
Feeling Tired
The ride to Guanajuato from Ajijic is not very memorable. Actually, that isn’t entirely true; I will always remember it as being particularly uninspiring. Long stretches of vista-less roads passing through nondescript farmland, small industrial towns, larger cities that seem to serve primarily as transport hubs, and an oppressive blue haze in the mornings …
Apr 18
Deep Cleansing with Temazcal
When I finally got around to hauling Tony’s fat arse out of the Casa Ciclista Guadalajara we didn’t head out on the road alone. Jorge, Sofi, Izahk, Marcos and I headed south together to Ajijic on the shore of Laguna Chapala to partake in a Temazcal ceremony. To mix things up a bit I didn’t …
Apr 16
Tour of Tony
Tony has been upset with me for quite some time, and with good reason. Here he is, half the team – arguably the more important half – and his esteemed teammate and buddy (yours truly) has neglected to properly introduce the entrepid soul. As I type this we have made the city of Guanajuato, right …
Apr 12
¡Viva la Bici! Bike culture in Guadalajara
First a Rant You would think that having spent over 4 months and 5000 km (5,000 km baby! YEAH!) on a bicycle tour that I would have begun to develop some sort of affinity with the recreational cyclist. You would think, that when I get passed by a peloton of guys in form-fitting clothing, riding …
Apr 06
Finding a home in Guadalajara
It’s been three weeks now since I arrived in Guadalajara and all three weeks have been full of surprises. Some surprises have been amazing, while others have been brown and explosive. Yes, I am afraid it is true, it is here in Guadalajara that I fell victim to the age-old travelers’ curse of liquid waste …