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Published: December 8th 2013
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Having nice friends is good but it makes departure hard, but somehow I got away THE TRIP was not waiting , it sat in the back of my mind telling me to get a move on.
Yesterday I did, it didn't start to good , woke up with the old friend Montezuma and his revenge taking it out on me.
What a miserable feeling that is when you wake up and you know that is no some pretty girl kissing you but just Montezuma laughing at you.
The early start was a goner but modern medicine works wonders so by 11 am I had my shit together, started up my old pal The mighty KTM.
Of course I fucked up royally , not having checked out the settings on the GPS, it did what i was told to do, namely take me through a million small village full with people and lorries and what not, finally i saw the toll road and hit that in a hurry, a big sign saying Oaxaca.
I've been to Oaxaca before when I was 22years old and iI must say it has changed a bit, lots of galleries and art shops and souvenir dittos, probably
catering for fat Americans.
I was the only Swede ever in that hotel, the looked at me and my bike with awe a big bike and a very tall bloke.
'Twas a long time since I spent 6 hours on the bike so I could really feel it and due to my recent encounter with Messrs Montezuma and his gang of ruffians I didn't dare to have a beer.
I did get a pill for my aching back though, Voltaren working it's magic.
I walked around O for while people watching, they're gearing up for X-mas with tons of garish decorations and crap all over, 5 m high Santas, mobile sales guys in red cap with rein deer horns on them!
Every now and then there's a big bang as somebody fires of a rocket, a sign that some party or other is on the way.
T o compensate for my slovenly start I got up a six this morning to a nice a crisp day, the Misty mountains where everywhere. in a while the GPS'screen looked like a snake in convulsions or maybe one that had dropped acid.
Up the mountain and down the mountain using all my horse
powers bestowed on the KTM to do zippy overhauls.
A Mexican 18 wheeler with a over load is slower than a tortoise, but even so I do need some over taking distance to be safe, well I passed them all.
But when I had breakfast the all crept by so that I would have to do it all over again.
Now I'm in Tonala, a plain Mexican city with a hotel well on my way to Guatemala.
I'll hustle for a day or two more otherwise I'll be late for my boat to Colombia.
Besides which small Mexican town are like any other small towns all over, boring.
But a man's gotta rest.
Going to Guatemala was turmoil, all the touts ripping you off and what not and it takes for ages to go true, not even Machiavelli could have made the process more complicated.
If the Mexicans are bad drivers it's nothing compared to their Guatemaltecan cousins,
every one for himself and the rodas were clogged upp with double semi trailers full of sugar cane.
Overtaking one of those quickly makes you appreciate the KTM's power.
If the Swedish cops had seen they would wept blood, ovetaking on the
outside, on the inside on double yellow lines and every thing else as well.
Going somewhere takes for ever as well and it's quite hot so it was a delight to go up to Antigua in Guatemala, beautiful old colonial place, but I got there so late that I only got a pic of the volcano by night and one in the morning.
Not many pics this time but no way I'm stopping to take pics of mad Guatemaltecan drivers and then have to overtake them again.
Some of the local talent old me about the frequent tremors but no major quake.
Maybe it like something from the fellow ship of the ring be careful when you sleep next to a dragon, the volcano is a big mother and should be worse than any dragon when woken.
The one outside Puebla, Popocatepetl, was smoking the other day, white smoke going up and when you can see it from many km away, it's not only a Marlboro light going up.
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