- I’m Riding My Motorcycle to Argentina
- Official Press Release – Traveling Off the Grid, on YouTube
- Preparing the KLR before my Latin America trip
- What to take on a year long motorcycle trip
- My First Day on the Road
- YouTube Video Map
- Blogging Lacking But Video Logging Booming!
- After 40 Days on the Road
- Mexico City’s Killing Me
- The Journey Begins
- Chicago via Denver and St. Louis
- Leaving Chicago Behind
- My First Couch Surfing Experience
- Video of Mexican Police Shaking Me Down
- Interview With Overland Expo
- Entering Into Mexico – Extortion and Inviting Hosts
- News Coverage Over Extortion Video
- Leaving Mexico and Entering Guatemala
- Twisty Roads, City Labyrinth and a Dog Bite
- Unmaintained Motorcycles, Serendipitous Lodging and My Love Affair with Andre
- Lingering Paranoia and Meeting Another Solo Traveler
- Bug Zapper Skills
- Riding Beemers, Replacing Helmet, and Cricket Tacos
- How to be Alone
- Mexican Bus Ride, Riot Police and Church Irony
- Survivor’s Guilt, a Shift in Perspective and the Overrated Mind
- Catching Up: Real De Catorce, Mexico
- Truck Blocking the Road, Guatemala
- The Schizophrenic Bolivian Vagabond [Day 178]
- Couch Surfing in San Jose, Costa Rica [Day 108]
- The Water Filled Vodka Bottle – San Jose, Costa Rica [Day 110]
- Creatures Stirring on Christmas Eve, Playa las Lajas, Panama [Day 125]
- Video Trio: Honduras Traffic, Mayan Temple Climbing, & Nalgene Hack
I left Mexico today. Today was a good day. Leaving San Cristobal de Las Casas was liberating. The albums of Great Lake Swimmers was my soundtrack to the border. I had to navigate through the paperwork at the Guatemalan border, but it was not very difficult. Individuals with two inch thick wads of cash approached me, soliciting me for a Peso/Quetzal currency exchange.
I got my 90 day travel visa after waiting for the immigration officer to finish his lunch. I moved on to the next building to get my vehicle imported. Vehicle registration, passport, drivers license, Mexico export papers and 40 Quetzals ($5 USD) later I was crossing under the gate and made my way into Central America.
I turned off my music so I could focus on the road and absorb the differences between the countries. The Guatemalan mountains towered over me and I slipped between them.They became my gateway to my next adventure. I thought about camping since I don’t like riding at night, but I am comfortable riding at night in major cities.
I headed for the centro of Quetzaltenango and found an ATM. I parked in front of a bank with a guard holding a shotgun at the ready. I took off my gear, walked by the guard and his stoic face turned to a wide grin as he motioned to me and my moto. I’ve gotten used to being around so many men with guns. The barista at the cafe directed me to a cheap hotel. For $5 she was right. I struggled to ride my loaded KLR up a ramp to the side walk. My front wheel kept sliding back with the weight of my luggage. I spun my rear tire giving it gas until she wasn’t squirming anymore. This is the sort of urban off-roading I have to do more evenings before I park my bike inside whatever hotel I stay at. I rode to the steps of the hostel and had to negotiate five large steps. After a couple of stumbling attempts to climb each stair one by one, I realize I had to het a head start and just ride up them all at once. I finally did successfully. All of the hostel guests had their heads poked out of their rooms looking at what all the racket was. I gave a glance to them like, “No big deal, I do this all the time” while internally I was grinning.
I hit the town for dinner and passed by a music store. I bought a harmonica. The recorder I had bought in San Cristobal wasn’t really resonating with me. I wanted an instrument I could play when I am out camping. Some company in the wild. I wandered the streets playing it, and I managed to put together a simple song, the military Taps song.