Up to San Cristobal
I’m ages behind in my blog so I’m going to try a new format to encourage catching up. It’s easier for everyone this way, having entries consisting primarily of photos with short captions, because only rarely in my life have my words captured as much as my photos. Win-win and on we go.
A surprising stretch of tropical green amongst primarily dry terrain
A few kilometers down a side road to the coast brought us to Playa Cangreja, which turned out to be the last beach camping in Mexico
Stretching is an important part of the day
Hammocks are a staple in Mexico
The flat, boring, hot isthmus of Mexico
Our lovely host in Zanatepec who invited us off the street to camp in his yard
The road to Los Angeles in Reserva de la Biosfera La Sepultura
Rainy arrival to what we consider the better Los Angeles. Depends on the sort of life you’re looking for
The son of the town mayor while saying goodbyes
James with a broken spoke early on the climb from Chiapa de Corzo to San Cristobal
James fixing the spoke
The climb looking up
The faithful gain health
A gang of children chasing Sarah and James
Part of a terribly nutritious lunch
The climb looking down much later
James in fetal position battling cramps
I’m always on the hunt to try new fruit: Granadilla which is something like pomegranate and I’m told is the same as Passion Fruit.
The hot coast gradually gave way to the cooler temps of higher altitudes. This section was marked by off and on illness, at one point severe enough to put James on the ground in the fetal position with cramps. More things:
-Full size mortar-style fireworks set off a few meters from where Sarah, James, and I are cooking dinner on campstoves in the main plaza.
-Pica mango chili candies
-Finally get to try “tuna” which is the fruit of a cactus.
-The most delicious tostadas ever in Los Angeles.
(I like food)