A run in with the Law...literally.
Trip Start Jun 21, 2008
35Trip End Sep 03, 2008
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Riding into Puerto Escondido after hours of riding in the rain(and worrying about the Federales), I was ready to relax and have a beer or two! We found this great hotel with a nice bar/restaurant and wireless internet
Hey Jess here....man, we're pretty far South! More evidence that any huge undertaking can be tackled by dividing it into small manageable chunks and tackling it with gusto!...anyhow, Malin left out all of the crazy details from today's journey! Let me fill you in...first off, we got some local intelligence that construction in Acapulco was causing 2 hour delays- coupled with the normal snarl of city traffic, the decision to circumvent the city was an easy one.
Once again, it rained on us the entire time...and by the time I actually was ready to pull over and put on my rain gear, I was already soaked, so what's the use...keep charging forward...if Noah could do it, so can we! This was another long day in the saddle...7 hours total, with only one 15 minute break for gas...281 miles total, about 40 mph on average
A few hours into our rain-soaked ride, traffic came to a standstill - there was a huge line of parked cars on the road with everyone was out of their cars sitting on the side of the road...in Mexico, this is a very bad sign and could mean hours of delay...so without hesitation, I cross the double yellow line and ride on the wrong side of the road towards the front of the line to see what's happening. Of course, as we slowly make our way to the front, we are the center of attention...some people just checking out the bike, perhaps others giving us the stink-eye for cutting to the front of the line, and then over the intercom Malin tells me that she's so embarrassed that she closed her helmet and has her eyes shut!
Okay...time to assess our internal situation...first off, we are on mission (maybe even from God) and we have to make serious geographic progress. Second, the Sledgehammer (the bike) can go on and off the pavement with ease, therefore uniquely designed for such "jack- moves". Thirdly, and most important, my passenger, although embarrassed and catatonic, is secure and ready for said "jack-move". Okay good, we check out fine.... time to assess the external threat...weather is horrific and could get worse, traffic could potentially delay us to the point where we could get caught out in the storm, after dark, with nowhere to stay
At the front of the line, we realized that there was a landslide and a tractor and dump-truck duo were working to clear the muddy mess...but they weren't alone...among the 50 to 60 onlookers was one huge hombre - a Federale (Mexican Federal police officer....the highest law in the land) with a big Nacho Libre mustache, who was visibly upset with me for cutting to the front...in Spanish he yelled for me to stop, and then pointed to the double-yellow line and said in Spanish "in Mexico, we do not cross the double yellow line!" He then told me to back up, but since we were on a down-hill slope, and the 1,050 pound Sledgehammer doesn't have reverse...we were stuck there, with front row seats!
I asked Malin to get the camera to take a nonchalant picture of Nacho Libre and the entire mess, and then I realized her eyes were still shut underneath her fully closed fishbowl helmet
After about an hour or so the paranoia wore off...Malin and I were just a couple of friendly moto-adventurers who happened to accidentally vandalize a Federale's police car...I'm sure this thing happens every day down here, right? That's what I thought...no big deal
So with the drama fading, we suddenly found ourselves in Puerto Escondido, Surf City Mexico, The Mexican Pipeline!! The swell was huge! The whole town is setup for surfing and the place was crawling with professional surfers and photographers from all over the world...especially from Brazil.
The beaches are big and pretty similar to Hermosa or Ventura beaches, with the difference being that the waves are huge! Double to triple overhead seems to be about the average and when they curl over it's a huge explosion! Wherever you are in town, you can feel the rumble of the surf...it's amazing! Oh yeah, don't try to swim or body surf...if you do, the Mexican Hasselhoff Lifeguards will blow their whistles and motion for you to come out...the riptides and undertow are just too strong ...you really need to be strapped to surfboard or bodyboard.
Malin and I decided to stay for a couple of nights and to keep a low-profile...just in case Nacho Libre was still miffed about his squad car and he had the lynch mob out looking for us. So we got some serious rest and relaxation in Puerto Escondido! All day on the beach was great, but after a day of sun and fun (no rain for the first time in weeks!), my butt was missing it's motorcycle
Our next mission, if we choose to accept it, is to leave the Pacific Coast behind and climb the mighty Sierra Madre mountain range, into the Mexican Highlands and to the beautiful colonial city of Oaxaca! (pronounced wuh-hawk-ah). By now, and after everything we've been through, we're feeling pretty capable...in fact, Malin has nicknamed our three-piece moto-crew "The Unstoppables!" I told her we can't count our chickens before they're hatched! This is only our first country and have many more countries and thousands and thousands of miles to go!!! ...but I like the idea of seeing if we can live up to the name!