“I say we sleep in tomorrow, then have an easy day,” John suggested last night.
I couldn’t agree more. After two of the most difficult days of the trip, I was more than ready for an easy day. Besides, we only had 120 km to Chetumal, so we could afford a 50 km day and still make it in the next day. I fell asleep dreaming of a lazy morning.
“Nancy!” John shook me awake at 5:00. “What do you want to do? It’s nice and cool out right now – we could get some good miles in.”
Why, oh why, can’t that man sleep in? Every single day John gets up at some ungodly hour – and expects the rest of us to do the same. The other three of us, on the other hand, greatly prefer to have a relaxing, leisurely morning even if it means we miss the sunrise.
So we took off much earlier than I wanted, but at least I still had a short 50 km ride to look forward to.
But somehow John couldn’t do that either. At 52 km, we stopped for lunch – then kept going. Granted, the wind had nearly completely died down and rain clouds overhead kept things relatively cool, but still – I had been looking forward to a short day!
At 72 km, I revolted. I was ready to stop. In fact, I had been ready to stop for 20 km.
I swear I’m going to find some of the biggest, heaviest rocks I can find to fill John’s panniers. Maybe, just maybe, that’ll slow him down a bit!
Kilometers today: 72
Kilometers to date: 11899
The Yucatan goes on and on and on and…
The neighborhood kids were fascinated by our tent.
They were also fascinated by the fact that I write in my journal every night.