Mexico and Belize Motorcycle Adventure - 02'
Placencia Beach:
Placencia, Belize. My wife and I stayed here for a week and a half at $50 / day. Everything here is within walking distance and bear feet is standard. Placencia is in the Genius world record book for having the narrowest main street. There?s a Seafood place on the beach two blocks away, the best I have ever had. The Lobster was a little pricey, around $12 but it was huge and unreal.
Placencia is at the tip of a 20-mile long narrow strip of sand on the Caribbean Sea. Ya Mon.
Heidi has a great time, a 150 mile cycle cruise through the Jungle to a fantasy Caribbean beach community.
Placencia, Belize. My wife and I stayed here for a week and a half at $50 / day. Everything here is within walking distance and bear feet is standard. Placencia is in the Genius world record book for having the narrowest main street. There?s a Seafood place on the beach two blocks away, the best I have ever had. The Lobster was a little pricey, around $12 but it was huge and unreal.
Placencia is at the tip of a 20-mile long narrow strip of sand on the Caribbean Sea. Ya Mon.
Heidi has a great time, a 150 mile cycle cruise through the Jungle to a fantasy Caribbean beach community.
Belize 141
Belize 151
Heidi hops on a jungle plane and is on her way back home and I have a lot of time to cruise back to the US and enjoy Mexico again.
Heading North Again:
I get out of Belize with not a problem. I'm cruising west through the dense jungle again. I'm looking for these archeological hostels that I missed on the way in. Nothing looks open. It's getting late and then I pass a neat looking place with a Canadian flag flying at the gate. I cruise in and a nice looking tall well built blond woman came to greet me. She said they are trying to get their place ready for guests but aren't ready yet but that I'm welcome. I set up my tent and she prepares a super spaghetti dinner complete with Bloody Mary's and storytelling all night. Look for the Canadian flag flying. This is a great place to stay and the owners are informative and hospitable plus it's only miles from a great Mayan archeological site, I think the name of the site is Chicanna.
The Storm:
I'm not going to do the Gulf coast as much on the way back instead I head north through the jungle. I almost always procrastinate when it comes to putting on my rain suit. It was sprinkling for a while now and I'm thinking I should suit up but no. Then I'm driving along and I see what looks like a wall 2 feet high of water, its coming down so hard it splashes up two feet high. I'm wet so no need to get the rain suit wet. I'm driving, its pouring and its blowing so hard I'm afraid to get blown over. There's no place to pull off and you don't want to pull over and get mowed down by an 18 wheeler who probably has bad wipers. I keep going then I start coming up on one of those awesome tall Mexican bridges that look scary even when it's dry, sunny and calm. But now it's blowing like crazy with pouring rain. I get one of those super scary feelings like I'm going to get to the top of this 50 foot tall bridge and get blown sideways off into the drink, eeks!
I finely get to this big gas station and went to gas up. No gas. I was shaking cold and soaked head to toe. I pull off under a lean-to service stall and begin to strip down. Everyone wants to come over and rap, everyone is working but no gas to pump and the boss is out. Fun fun, I put dry stuff on and my rain suit and get warm. We're all having fun and I was testing my limits in Spanish. The boss comes back so I take off for my nice dry clean Motel Del Sol, about 200 miles to go.
The rain continues and I drive past the aftermath of some horrendous accidents. At one I saw one dead person hanging half out of a car and another incident I don't see how anyone could have survived. Trucks and cars upside down in a steep ditch with everyone standing around.
Feels good knowing where I'm spending the night:
The backups at the accidents cost me a lot of time. I pull into Motel Del Sol after dark and dripping wet. I know the drill, not per hour but for the whole night. Ahh! It's Friday night and no way can I have a room for the whole night, it's too busy. I beg the attendant so she calls the Madam. I do some smooth talking so they let me stay in a back room where the remote didn't work very well and I had to share a parking stall with another room, but who cares! I'm warm and dry and the food and beer is on its way. Man life can be so great some times.
I overnight in Veracruz again and lived large.
Photo: Fisherman near Veracruz, Mexico
I get out of Belize with not a problem. I'm cruising west through the dense jungle again. I'm looking for these archeological hostels that I missed on the way in. Nothing looks open. It's getting late and then I pass a neat looking place with a Canadian flag flying at the gate. I cruise in and a nice looking tall well built blond woman came to greet me. She said they are trying to get their place ready for guests but aren't ready yet but that I'm welcome. I set up my tent and she prepares a super spaghetti dinner complete with Bloody Mary's and storytelling all night. Look for the Canadian flag flying. This is a great place to stay and the owners are informative and hospitable plus it's only miles from a great Mayan archeological site, I think the name of the site is Chicanna.
The Storm:
I'm not going to do the Gulf coast as much on the way back instead I head north through the jungle. I almost always procrastinate when it comes to putting on my rain suit. It was sprinkling for a while now and I'm thinking I should suit up but no. Then I'm driving along and I see what looks like a wall 2 feet high of water, its coming down so hard it splashes up two feet high. I'm wet so no need to get the rain suit wet. I'm driving, its pouring and its blowing so hard I'm afraid to get blown over. There's no place to pull off and you don't want to pull over and get mowed down by an 18 wheeler who probably has bad wipers. I keep going then I start coming up on one of those awesome tall Mexican bridges that look scary even when it's dry, sunny and calm. But now it's blowing like crazy with pouring rain. I get one of those super scary feelings like I'm going to get to the top of this 50 foot tall bridge and get blown sideways off into the drink, eeks!
I finely get to this big gas station and went to gas up. No gas. I was shaking cold and soaked head to toe. I pull off under a lean-to service stall and begin to strip down. Everyone wants to come over and rap, everyone is working but no gas to pump and the boss is out. Fun fun, I put dry stuff on and my rain suit and get warm. We're all having fun and I was testing my limits in Spanish. The boss comes back so I take off for my nice dry clean Motel Del Sol, about 200 miles to go.
The rain continues and I drive past the aftermath of some horrendous accidents. At one I saw one dead person hanging half out of a car and another incident I don't see how anyone could have survived. Trucks and cars upside down in a steep ditch with everyone standing around.
Feels good knowing where I'm spending the night:
The backups at the accidents cost me a lot of time. I pull into Motel Del Sol after dark and dripping wet. I know the drill, not per hour but for the whole night. Ahh! It's Friday night and no way can I have a room for the whole night, it's too busy. I beg the attendant so she calls the Madam. I do some smooth talking so they let me stay in a back room where the remote didn't work very well and I had to share a parking stall with another room, but who cares! I'm warm and dry and the food and beer is on its way. Man life can be so great some times.
I overnight in Veracruz again and lived large.
Photo: Fisherman near Veracruz, Mexico
Last eve in Mexico, waiting for the sunset.
Home Base:
My first stop at home base from the Belize cruise. This is one of the best biker bars anywhere with parking for a few hundred bikes. During biking season (this is February and this is Minnesota) the place has two outside bars, a grill and a great view of the Minneapolis downtown skyline with all the bikes in the foreground.
After parking and taking this shot I walked into the bar. Some biker Dudes at the end of the bar were I think snickering. I'm sure.... cuz I was making such a big deal of taking the perfect photo outside of my Sporty. I'm lovin the whole scene as I bellied up. I put my fist on the bar and say " I'll have a shot of your best Tequila and a glass of your best beer please". The bartender, "what up?" I gave a brief description of where I just came from and what I did. The bartender "you mean this is your first stop returning from your trip!" Me "Yes it is!" Bartender "Well you don't need to go any further, this is on the house!".
Feels good to be home.
My first stop at home base from the Belize cruise. This is one of the best biker bars anywhere with parking for a few hundred bikes. During biking season (this is February and this is Minnesota) the place has two outside bars, a grill and a great view of the Minneapolis downtown skyline with all the bikes in the foreground.
After parking and taking this shot I walked into the bar. Some biker Dudes at the end of the bar were I think snickering. I'm sure.... cuz I was making such a big deal of taking the perfect photo outside of my Sporty. I'm lovin the whole scene as I bellied up. I put my fist on the bar and say " I'll have a shot of your best Tequila and a glass of your best beer please". The bartender, "what up?" I gave a brief description of where I just came from and what I did. The bartender "you mean this is your first stop returning from your trip!" Me "Yes it is!" Bartender "Well you don't need to go any further, this is on the house!".
Feels good to be home.
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