Further along my return trip I stopped in Ocosingo for lunch, but it was a mad house so I had to park a couple blocks from where any food joints were.  I haven’t spent much time in this town so it was a good excuse to walk around a bit more, but it was hot and I had all my gear on so only did so much exploring.  From here it is an easy ride to San Cristobal and I would be there in no time, or so I thought….  Churro and I are cruising along when we arrive to some kind of scene.  There are cars lined up parked on the road, and a couple trees are down.  Oh shit, since it is Chiapas it is clear this is a protest.  I am close to San Cristobal at this point, so pull up to see what the deal is.  The guy in charge immediately tells me I am not getting through.

With my friend dropped off at the airport Churro and I were feeling lighter and also overdue for some adventure.  We pulled a U-turn so I could head back South and check out Punta Allen.  For those unaware, Punta Allen is where influencers come to die.

Ok, right on schedule….where were we?

I almost skipped the yucatan my 1st time on mainland Mexico, and was pleasantly surprised with what I found. There was plenty to hate, like the long boring straight roads, and of course the heat. I took a small road through Tabasco, mainly because I wasn’t sure I had ever been through Tabascio previously.  It was pretty flat and open, nothing to thrilling….though Churro and I did find an appropriately painted church considering easter was in a few day.  Later we then found a stall on the side of the road selling some salchipapas…..and you know I can’t pass up salchipapas.  Yup, Semana Santa was about to kick off so I was moving quicker than I would like, but I was on my friends vacation schedule now, so on we pushed.  I headed for Campeche, I was extremely bored with this city on my previous trip, but it is pretty, a good sized city, and located as a decent stopping point.  Well, once again I was bored to death.

After traversing the perilous Rt 134 Churro and I arrived back to Zihua to shift gears back into beach mode, something I have got pretty good at over the years.  There was some surfing, some eating, and pretty much just lazing around.

Part 2:Taxco was a cool little city, with winding roads and pretty buildings, but not much going on….again most likely due to covid.  I spent a day or two wandering the streets, but I don’t recall doing anything at all aside from ordering a pizza.

So despite being deep in Mexico on non-stop adventures I stopped posting up the story here because I got bored with the whole blog thing again, but recently someone I never met contacted me asking travel questions and mentioning they were confused because I had been talking about xmas yet the blog had last years date (which was also xmas). Well yeah you must be knew here sir, I am always behind…..but that reminds me, this IS the greatest blog in the multiverse, and I need to keep the addicts happy. Luckily I posted elsewhere so with a quick copy/paste you get a block of adventure all at once. Ok so we still are not completely caught up, but take what you can get you filthy animals. Merry Xmas.

RIP Morty, he was a true adventurer who loved the road, and even more than that he loved the speed.  The faster Churro went the happier Morty was, nodding his head in approval as we jammed along.  You will be missed Morty, but I am getting ahead of myself.

So my return trips to Morelia and Uruapan are a bit out of out of order, I don’t recall exactly what I did, and dumped the photos into the same folders rather than creating a bunch of multiple Morelia/Uruapan folders, so deal with it. 

I am still having fun, but I pretty much just lounge around now, there is less riding, and more eating.  Luckily the trip to Queretaro was slightly more exciting than my time actually spent in Queretaro thanks to the random route my GPS set me on.  On the way to Queretaro the GPS took me down some country roads/dirt roads/cobble stone roads, and by a small but sweet church.  Nothing special happened but I thoroughly enjoyed it, plus there was a wedding going on and in hind sight I should have tried to crash it, but the area was kind of cool, and really I was just happy to make it out of San Miguel.

So even on the easy rides Churro usually has something up his sleeve. I have previously mentioned I cannot access gas below the petcock, so despite having gas in the tank I can run out of gas. Well Churro decided it was time to come to a halt with a Pemex tauntingly in sight, but too far for me to want to push that fat bitch. So close yet so far, that green sign says Pemex!