Pretty nice view to wake up to, but no one to share it with.
We got on the road early and as most of out time was spent on one of the main highways we were soon to a point where Paul and I would split off. We split right before Minatitlan where he went south to get as close to the Guatemalan border before night fall as he could, and I went north towards Coatzacoalcos where I could start working my way up the coast towards Mérida.
For the tequila fans out there, aguve for miles.
Thus the adventure really begins. Alone in a foreign country with an ok grasp of the language and no real idea where I was going. This is pretty fun!
The Mexican road sign system can be a little confusing but I was getting a hang of it. Intermeidary cities are not usually indicated and the highways (tarifa and libre) tend to only give you an indication of the next major city you are heading towards.
I made it to Coatzacoalcos fine and felt pretty good about myself. My goal was to work along the coast to spend the night at either Ciudad del Carmen or Campeche. I found a road on my map that looked like it hugged the coast the whole way so I thought that would be fun.
The map has a road that goes from Agua Dulce to La Venta, I decided to opt for that route as to avoid the highway as the smaller roads were more fun, had more people to meet, and tended to have better food along them.
Turns out that road doesn't exist and I was lost in Agua Dulce. I ended up stopping to question a few people standing in front of a carnicería. I seemed to immediately draw a crowd, Fricka more than I. Everyone was really suprised that I had driven down from Arizona and one woman thought that Fricka was "muy bonita". Through my garbled Spanish I was able to figure out that the bridge the road had to go over no longer existed so I had to backtrack and take the highway.
Back on track I finally found the road to turn north towards Sánchez Magallanes to get to the coast road I was looking for. On the way I ran into a bit of a traffic jam. Most so far Paul and I had just been able to weave our way though. This was a different situation though as the traffic jam was do to them actually building the road in front of us.
Seeing as we made it to the coast the rest I assumed would be easy. Just follow the road and make sure the Carribean Sea is on your left and you can't get lost. For the time being getting lost ended up being the least of my problems.
There was a soda bottle warning marker so I thought it wouldn't be a problem. Plenty of road for a motorcycle still. I spoke to soon. Turns out erosion had worked its magic a bit more effectively down the road.
Now the sensible option, considering the factors above (alone, language issues, not sure exactly where I am going), would be to turn back lose an hour or two and take the highway around this. But I would miss out on the coast! And apparently I have read too much Robert Frost as I decided to take the road less taken.
Believe it or not but this is a "good" section of this road.
It was mostly just all sand (these taken before it got worse and I didn't even think about taking pictures)
Another sensible option would be not to take a
alone, had language issues, not sure exactly where I was going, and driving in the dark. I made it to Comalcalco
It turned out the gas station was along the same route as Cárdenas, two birds with one stone, if I found one I was on track for the other. I guessed at the direction he gave me and ended up finding the gas station. Regardless if I could find a place to sleep it was very comforting having a full tank of gas. After filling up I stopped to asked someone if I was headed in the right direction and he said yes and gave some hand gestures of where I should be going.