We've been on the road now for one month and 8 days. Today is serving as a day of rest before embarking on the next chapter - through the desert of Baja. Promises of no water and harsh weather conditions are all the buzz in our little tribe. THREE DAYS! NO WATER! SUN! And worst of all: NO CELL PHONE RECEPTION! Oh. My. Goodness.
In my world, the most notable event that happened was an attack of what some call Montezuma's Revenge. This is the first time in my life that I have been stricken with food poisoning that I can recall. I can tell you with minimal doubt that the combination of bicycles and vomit/otherwise is no laughing matter. Thankfully the support vehicle was kind enough to transport me for a day. I basically slept for 24 hours during this period. It was less than comfortable. This has all been in contrast to the beauty of an ever changing landscape.
You can hear the semi-trucks rumbling from meters behind. As they approach A similar reaction ensues in my physiology. Teeth bruxed, breath held, hands tightened GRRUUUMMMBBBFFF! SHEEW! Another truck passes and my life is still in tact. Thank you God.
In general, traffic has been friendly and allowed us space as cyclists. There are countless incidences however, where this is not the case. I used to always think that when I depart from this world it would be at the hand of a Prius (saving the world). More lately, I'm not so sure.