David Johnson's Travel Blog
Bicycle Trip 1999
Okefenokee 2002
Anza-Borrego 2003
Texas 2003
Road Trip West 2003
Sequoia National Park 2004
Hiking Florida 2005
Nomadic 2005
Bicycle Trip 2009
Bicycle Trip 2010
Nomadic 2010
Little Bicycle Trip 2011
Wisconsin Bicycle Trip 2011
Bicycle Trip 2011
Nomadic 2011
Kayak Trip 2012
Nomadic 2012
Liverworks Productions
Nomadic 2013
Liverworks Productions
Texas Pig Hunting
Bicycle Trip 2014
Bicycle Trip 2015
Biking West 2015
09/11  Hello Wisconsin, Illinois, Iowa
09/12  Strawberry Point
09/13  Amish Mansions
09/17  Hogs and Corn
09/18  Windmills
09/19  Storm Lake
09/20  Loess Hills
09/24  NorfoRk
09/25  The Cowboy Trail
09/26  Sand Hills
09/27  Roast the Eagles
10/02  Stinky Bus
10/03  Gordon
10/04  Chadron
10/07  Oglala National Grassland
10/08  Edgemont
10/09  Custer State Park
10/10  Mickelson Trail
10/11  Deadwood
10/14  Wyoming
10/15  Devils Tower
10/16  Thunder Basin National Grassland
10/17  More Wyoming
10/22  Independence Rock
10/23  The Oregon Trail
10/24  Elk Hunters
10/25  Colorado
10/28  Yellow Jacket Pass
10/30  Snow and Mud
10/31  The Colorado River
11/06  Hola
11/07  Playa del Carmen
11/08  Tulum
11/09  Tulum Ruins and Coba Ruins
11/10  Village Life
11/12  Chichen Itza
11/13  Grutas de Loltun
11/14  Road to Campeche
11/16  Gulf of Mexico
11/17  Ciudad del Carmen
11/18  Tabasco
11/19  Ocean-side
11/20  Parades
11/21  Heading Inland
11/22  Tuxtepec
11/24  Into the Sierras
11/25  Mountain Views
11/26  Teotitlan de Flores Magon
11/27  Reserva de la biosfera
11/28  Desert to Pines
11/29  Oaxaca
11/30  Atzompa and Monte Alban
12/01  Miahuatlan
12/02  Up and Down the Mountain
12/03  No Minions in Huatulco
12/05  Adios
Chickens and Pheasants 2016
Biking About 2016
New Zealand 2016
Kayak Trip 2017

Teotitlan de Flores Magon

2015-11-26

tl;dr: I dropped out of the mountains with almost no breaks and ended up in Teotitlan de Flores Magon.

What a horrible night. The music continued with competition from other towns. The place I set my tent up isn't as flat as I thought. Dogs barked across the two valleys all night long. And it did end up raining. Also, it seems that some of the water sources I sampled from yesterday may not have been as pure as the driven snow. I'm confident that I didn't drink straight-up polluted water, but there are probably microbes here that my body has just never been exposed to. I'm glad I bought more baby wipes.

Because I didn't sleep well, and because I woke up in a literal cloud, I waited until sunrise before hitting the road. I still had a few kilometers of up-hill travel, then the road turned down-hill for a ways, and then I had another ten kilometers of up-hill.

Why can't I breath? Oh, I'm at 2300 meters.

I topped out at a small store with a police checkpoint. I stayed there for a good while drinking instant coffee and chatting with the police via Google Translate. I think it was a bad translation, but they were part of the "wing order". At one point I'm pretty sure they were offering me hallucinogenic mushrooms.

From that point it was all downhill for some 30 kilometers. My poor brakes. The pass was cold, windy and shrouded in clouds, but as soon as I dropped off to the west the air cleared and became dryer. The palms were replaced by pine trees. At lower elevations cactus were numerous. I wanted to take a picture, but every time I saw a good specimen I was on an especially steep decline and I couldn't get my brakes to just stop me. I need to look into that.

When I reached Teotitlan de Flores Magon (a bit of a mouth full), I decided I was too tired to continue. I was also still a bit sick from whatever water I had consumed. I found a hotel on the highway, but it looked pretty bad. I've learned that you just need to look around, so I followed the main street into town and found a nice hotel on the main drag for only $220 pesos a night (that's about $14 dollars). The girl working the desk didn't have change for $500 pesos, and that turned into an ordeal as she tried to explain it to me. There isn't hot water, but that's never a guarantee.

Across the street from the hotel are two competing bus lines to Oaxaca. Both hire ladies to stand out front and yell, "Oaxaca!" continuously all day long. They literally start at 5 AM and go to dark.

Have you ever tried to buy a bolt, nut and a few washers from a Mexican hardware store without speaking Spanish? It's challenging. You can't just browse a hardware store here. One of my panniers lost a bolt, so I needed to find a replacement. Eventually I got what I needed. It cost all of 2 pesos. I felt so bad for how much of his time I had wasted that I gave the man 7.

After that, I had no ambition left to try to order food, so I went next door and found a sign that said, "Jumbo's Pizza." Pizza in Mexico never has sauce on it. At first I thought it was just one store or another, but I'm now sure it's a thing. The sauce comes in packets that you can apply as you like.

Oh, happy Thanksgiving!

woke up in a fog


fun mountain roads




giant snail




a bit of a dropoff




moss and pines












down I go


Hotel Ryo


pizza in Mexico comes without sauce


lady in gray yelling Oaxaca Oaxaca Oaxaca Oaxaca Oaxaca Oaxaca Oaxaca Oaxaca

contact me at le@liverworks.com
< 2015-11-25 Mountain Views 2015-11-27 Reserva de la biosfera >