Cycling Across Mexico: Or that one time we had breakfast with 20 Federale

   Dear gentle reader, you may remember my last blog post where I shared the amazing campsite we found on the first night… how it felt like home, was comfy and safe… Uh huh. That one. Please, read on… this is DAY FRIGGIN TWO and you couldn’t possibly make this stuff up!

Peaceful & Quiet; First Camp

   The morning started out fine, we were having left over bean burritos and chattering about how happy we were wake up in this beautiful place. It was so peaceful that I took this picture just before the sh!t hit the fan.

   We heard a car on the side road, I turned my head just in time to see a large brown truck backing down the road at a high rate of speed and a second following, also in reverse, but this one was white with flashing lights. We silenced ourselves and listened. “Are you scared, mom?” “No, just listening” (I lied, I was). We heard nothing further and wisely hurried to break camp. Less than 3 minutes later, there were 20 Federale soldiers (Patty counted) in fatigues with VERY large rifles over their shoulders.

   They had swept around from the main road through the brush and surrounded us. They were calm and non-threatening. I speak precious little Spanish and the one that appeared to be in charge spoke no English. We established that we are bicycle tourists, from America and had slept there last night and that we were leaving. He tried to tell me something that  I did not understand. Then they left. We began to scramble to assemble our crap, Patty far faster than I. Then the men returned. There were more brown trucks, the new ones with soldiers/Federale standing in the beds with their weapons. An older man appeared with the soldiers to speak with us in English. “What are you doing here?” “We are riding bicycles over Mexico, we don’t understand what the man said but we are very sorry and leaving now”. “You must leave this place very quickly, it is dangerous here. There is a prison.” He pointed to the very top of a white building in the distance. PAUSE: again, if you read the previous post, you have probably deduced this to be the SAME DAMN PRISON the spring-breakers saw from the airplane. We did not until later this day. The men left and we skeedaddled.

   I have never seen Patty pack so quickly in all her life and she later told me that she was trembling so badly that she could barely stand. We rode for about 5 miles

Roadside Grooming

then pulled over to the side of the road to collect ourselves and brush our teeth. We are both able to see this encounter for what it was and at no time were the men threatening or aggressive. Although, Patty did say she felt like she was in a movie… Oddly enough they do NOT put prisons on road maps. You’d think THAT was a bit of useful information.

The rest of the day was better and started with this view of the road ahead:

Our first full day of cycling, can you see that hill in the distance? Yeah, we did that! (click to enlarge)

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Hey there! February 2014 after a bit of soul searching but more of a desire to live my life differently, I made the decision to sell my house, sell all the crap that is filling up my life and hit the road for the life of a vagabond. These are my pictures, my stories and my journey...

7 thoughts on “Cycling Across Mexico: Or that one time we had breakfast with 20 Federale

  1. Cycle touring leads to so many unpredictable situations. I’m enjoying following the trip you guys are doing. I did a bike trip from chicago – ny in sept without any previous touring experience and it was one of the best experiences of my life. Enjoy the ride


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