There was more great curves ti Santiago de Queretaro. But first I had to deal with the police.
Stopped by the Police
I you read my lasy last post, you will remember that I had to park my bike 2.5 blocks away and had to lug my luggage to the hotel. I didn’t want to do that again.
I walked to the parking lot with the intention of riding my bike to the hotel and finding someplace to park my bike close. When I got to the parking lot it was closed GGGRRRRRRR.
Back to the hotel where they had a key and I walked with the owner back to the parking lot.
I got on my bike to ride it to the hotel. As I did a police vehicle activated the siren to stop me. Crap I thought. Because I was just riding it back to the hotel to put my luggage on, I didn’t have any of my papers or drivers license.
A woman officer exited the car. She approached me and asked me in to move up a bit. Then she said something else in Spanish that I didn’t understand. I told her I didn’t speak Spanish. She said she didn’t speak English. I just laughed and said I don’t speak Spanish and you don’t speak English then shrugged my shoulders. She laughed too. I tried to explain that I was just going to the hotel a block away.
She then went back to her partner and spoke to him. He then came to me and said something in Spanish. The woman officer told him that I didn’t speak Spanish. I shrugged my shoulders again. They guy just laughed and then waved me on. PHEW!
When I got to the hotel the owner was speaking with the police who were always at the intersection at the hotel. The police allowed me to park my bike next to them. So I was finally able to pack up.
Another Freedom Ride
The ride to Jalpan de Serra was awesome. Lots of curves through the same lush mountains.
Two things about riding in Mexico. First, the drivers have different practices than at home. That means you really need to be careful. For example, almost always at home if you are riding in the strong part or weak part of the lane you can count on you owning your part of the lane. In Mexico they will regularly drive up right next to you to pass. So to own the lane you have to ride in the centre of it.
The other thing is that you can’t count on the quality of the road.
I was just exiting a village and enjoying more curves. As I rounded one they had rounding scraped off the top of the road to resurface it. The road was rough and had gravel on it. My bike began to swerve. My left foot came off and slammed against the pavement. Crap it hurt.
I got the bike straight again by just riding it out. My big toe though was really hurting. But I could still move it. Eventually most of the hurt went away. I continued to enjoy the ride.
The Other Side
As I left Jalpan and went over the mountain range, the lush mountains turned in desert. Still pretty cool though.
Mexican roads have lots of roadside memorials to people who have died. Here is one I passed.
It is Sunday and that means football. I planned on getting into my hotel in Santiago de Queretaro early so I could watch the afternoon game.
I made it in early and found a Wingstop to watch the afternoon game.