"On the Trail"

The Journals from the Road

April 26:   Saved by a Gust from the Gulf! - On the Beach, north of Sabancuy, Campeche

Today, I woke up and escaped from my prison cell without a scratch. I grabbed a watermelon popscicle and bread nourishment and headed out.

I stopped in Sabancuy and purified water and ate a bunch of fruit, a long awaited delicacy. It seems that every small town in Campeche is out of fruit, never out of Coke, but out of fruit. Sad.

I didn´t realize it at the time of my break but Sabancuy was right next to the Gulf of Mexico. I loved riding with the breeze blowing in, cooling everything off a bit. Much of the breeze was blowing against me but I just put PeaceForce One in a lower gear and resolved that I was in no hurry. As dusk approached I began looking for a place to stay. I found a double-track dirt road from the highway out to the beach. There was a lot of brush between the beach and the road so I figured I could hide my bike and tent.

The sand was covered with shells, tiny waves, curry rice, and starlight for dinner. It was quiet and still warm but that was fine.

Happy to be alive,

TAD