After almost four weeks in the country it's actually possible Matt and I could be leaving Mexico. We climbed 2000 metres this evening from the cooking flatlands of Oaxaca to the chilled plateau of Chiapas. The day was not without event as we woke this morning to find Black Yammy with a 
leaking fuel tank. This was plugged, expertly I may add, by two ever evolving British motorcycle mechanics (see left). Once up and running, and with a 39 degree sun on our necks, we then had to negotiate the ferocious ventosa winds that blow north-south from the Caribbean. Matt met his nemisis at this point in the journey but soon mastered the art of crabbing on a motorcycle despite la ventosa's attempts to send us both the same way as most Mexican road-kill. We then negotiated 50 kms of twisties completely alone before the ascent in to San Cristobal which saw us riding through the clouds for our last night in Mexico. Tomorrow, esperamos, we will most likely bumble away into Guatemala!
leaking fuel tank. This was plugged, expertly I may add, by two ever evolving British motorcycle mechanics (see left). Once up and running, and with a 39 degree sun on our necks, we then had to negotiate the ferocious ventosa winds that blow north-south from the Caribbean. Matt met his nemisis at this point in the journey but soon mastered the art of crabbing on a motorcycle despite la ventosa's attempts to send us both the same way as most Mexican road-kill. We then negotiated 50 kms of twisties completely alone before the ascent in to San Cristobal which saw us riding through the clouds for our last night in Mexico. Tomorrow, esperamos, we will most likely bumble away into Guatemala!
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