I think what they are trying to tell us is that all these things can kill you, so beware!!
Entering the park, we were not really sure what we were in for…
and Yes, it was impressive…
We made it out before dark but rather than ride back into Flores (the major tourist town on the nearby lake) we took a trail around the northern edge of the lake. We stopped in San Andres close to dark. There was no accommodation here but we sat around a small restaurant for a few hours chewing the fat with the owner while his son played guitar. He eventually told us that the beach should be safe enough to camp and walked me down to a spot he thought would be decent.
Worked for us…
This was the view from the tent in the morning…
And a fresh water wash was just what was in order before we set off to the border.
Our aim was the border crossing near Planchon in Mexico then naturally, mid morning, we were blessed with one of those unexpected situations I only seem to encounter in rather remote areas.
Fortunately it was a relatively easy situation to resolve. A ten minute ride to the tyre man and I dropped a new tube in. The old one was slaughtered by a nail bent at 90 degrees.
In the old days I would have fixed it myself by the road but my pump was destroyed in the Caribbean and I never realised how easy it can be in the hand of the professionals. This one in particular was missing a thumb and still made it look easy.
We knew nothing of the border we were riding towards, and the dirt wasn’t that pleasant with the lack of rear suspension but the bigger surprise was that there was a huge river that stood between us and Mexico.
Ohh… thatÂ´s why the border line on the map is thicker and has some blue in it!!!
The immigration guys didn’t care about the bike paperwork and told us to take the right folk in the road after we crossed a small bridge because the boat men would be cheaper.
I think he forgot to mention that it would be considerably more difficult to get the bike onto the boat. We paid $20 to cross which was considerably less than what they were asking but seems like a lot.
1st the boxes..
Then the beauty..
This time I wasn’t going to get her wet!!
Claudia kept her helmet on… Interesting I thought… If not a little cute.
Perhaps our previous experience on water has something to do with it.
There was no customs (aduana) on the Mexican side. The immigration official told us to tell the transport police that we entered the country at this spot and to deal with it when we exit… hmmmm here we go again… Will keep you posted on how that goes.