Currently in Puerto Escondido saying hello to Kristine, a good friend from Denmark. For anyone who would like to know there are exactly 226 topes between here and Acalpulco (shithole where all old Canadians go to die).
Somewhere in Oaxaco I had an attempted highway robbery by 3 masked banditos with machetes, I really wasn't in the mood and rode over the pathetic roadblock they had erected. Peace out muchachos, dont mess with a guy jaded by love riding la picante carnita, freaking amateurs. Don't worry momasita, if the pros try and rob me I'll give em a couple bucks. Some good ole vern philosophy coming tomorrow if I have time after I change my back tire.