An inert and beautiful onslaught

Many nights between here (Oaxaca) and Chapala we found ourselves crawling into our tent at night and remarking dreamily at what a great day it was. This happens often but recently it has seemed so much more in repetition than usual. Maybe the barrage of meeting great people, finding fantastic camp spots and a complete submergence in a busy, interesting and often beautiful landscape had something to do with it? maybe?

So... As you can see these pics. are pretty much all over the map. Especially if you are looking at a Mexico section for Morelia to Oaxaca.


This kid was just killing us with how cute he was
A street dance party we jumped into during Dia de Muertos

Camped out waiting for Led Zeppelin tickets

Dia de meurtos cyclistas

most kids had store bought costumes or just a rubber mask. This girl was my favorite

the royal pig-pen procession

the spiders are as big as pigeons down here

We hate camping actually. especially spots like these!

I want you to kill all the gophers!

Keeping watch over the cornfields so no one trespasses.

She said she wasn't coming out... ever.

Some days this is what we get stuck having to look at. Damn our eyes.

Nope. This ain't Kansas

Andy and Toby. Andy was a great kid! Toby was a little troubled. Man, what a weird dog.

What the hell has that cat been eating?

The Morelia fast ride. Yep, I was the only one on a European flat bar, front suspended trekking bike... wearing sandals. The front three munched their chamois trying to drop me. It felt great to be on a lighterish rig hammering flat out.



Morelia critical mass.