As I wake up I don't feel well for the very first time of the trip, headaches, stomach aches. Feels like dehydration despite the fact I bucketed down water and sports drinks yesterday. Seems like it was simply not enough with the sun and the climbing yesterday. I drink and try to sleep it away.
As I get going around noon I am still not really on top of things. But what can I do. I plan to drag myself along to Cuauhtémoc, only 90kms away. If it's indeed dehydration it will simply take a bit of time and I should be fine.
I make my first stop in La Quemada and get some food and a lot of drinks at a small shop. As I sit out in the sun trying to get something down, the workers of the shop join in to find out more about me and my trip. With my non existent Spanish it's a challenge to satisfy them but I guess the thousands of pictures they took with me for their social media channels did the job. As I want to leave, they completely overwhelm me with free food and drinks that I struggle to load on Klaus. I heard a lot about the generous acts of kindness that travelers can encounter in Mexico. After the amazing time with Elias in Puerto Morelos who showed me such a good time, this is the first one on the road now. Even though I am still suffering from the dehydration, I am super fired up. Muchas gracias!
As I leave town I stop at a colorful cemetery [like on the Dia de los Muertes people here seem to put more emphasis on celebrating the life of the passed away than we do]. Shortly after, a huge swarm of yellow bellied birds fills up the air above me. It's a sheer spectacle to see these little guys being pushed around by the heavy winds and still keeping their order.
As I approach Cuauhtémoc some 20km before, the road gets worse and worse. So does traffic. I switch to the gravel roads that go through the vast fields of the Mennonite community. All houses look exactly the same, grey wood houses. I perceive the people as extremely reserved. Nobody even greets me back. A bit weird but I guess these communities simply live very secluded. Passing villages named Neuenburg and seeing signs next to the road saying "Acker zu verkaufen" feels also interesting.
I am happy and knackered as I reach Cuauhtémoc, a fairly large town. Get some shady street food tacos that taste delicious, buy two new tubes, unsuccessfully try to find a Mexican flag to dress up Klaus and go to bed early.