- 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 rode to Guanajuato, Mexico today from San Luis Potosi. I had been cooped up in Potosi, imersed in video editing and blogging. It was time for some “me time”. Guanajuato is a small historical city deep in the Sierra Madres. Two lane road cut into the cliffside led me to the city center. For the first time in 5,000 miles I actually had fun ridding that day. There were fast sweepers and little traffic.
Image courtesy of Hernán García Crespo on Flickr.
From above the city looked amazing. Colorful, and wildly sprawled over the hills and small valley. As I descended the novelty of this wore off very quickly. Even with detailed maps on my GPS I was unable to get my bearings and find the CouchSurfer that I had arranged to stay with. I ended up hiring a taxi and had him lead me to my destination. This was a trick I had picked up from Lois Pryce. The city wasn’t layed out in a grid-like structure that I was used to navigating. Instead there were a series of defined “zones” and within a zone there was a number for each habitation, however there appeared to be no ryhme or reason to the order of these numbers. In China they number the houses according to the time they were built.
After “arriving” I negotiated the labrinth in this zone. After 20 minutes I started asking people. I was given a series of contradicting advice from each person I asked. I wandered down a narrow walkway, and as I passed the doorway I felt a tug on my backpack, then heard the growling of a dog who was the responsible agent. Luckily he was tied up and I staggered out of his reach. Expressing my dismay, “Fuck this”, I left and decided to camp outside the city.
About 5 miles on the outskirts of the city I found an obscure place where I could ride my bike into some bushes. I hiked a little further to make camp and my first fire of the trip. It was good company. Despite the setback, it was a good day.