Old Zofuenizer just won’t let up. Yesterday I was sure he was blowing with the full force of his mighty lungs, but today proved me wrong.
We battled the fierce headwind all day long with no relief whatsoever. By early afternoon the wind, heat, and hills had beaten me down – I was fried. Toast Done in.
No matter how slight the incline, I began walking my bike – I just didn’t have anything left. We began to wonder if I could made it the remaining 23 km to the village.
I dug a package of coconut cookies out my pannier and starting munching – hoping beyond hope that the sugar would somehow give me the boost I needed. It didn’t.
The hills, however, let up a bit at the end. Battling only the wind and heat I could forge ahead – and we finally made it.
All four of us are wiped out. This jaunt across the Yucatan peninsula has been one of the most difficult stretches yet. We never would have dreamed the Yucatan would be this tough.
For anyone considering cycling the Yucatan – do yourself a favor and cycle this road east to west!
Kilometers today: 72
Kilometers to date: 11827
Going down one of our thousand hills
Too bad I couldn’t capture the headwind in this picture. It wasn’t nearly as ideal as it looks.
In addition to the heat, hills, and headwinds, they were widening the road. It wasn’t a problem except for the copious amounts of dust that blew our way..
We could see these Mayan ruins at Xpujil rising above the trees way before we got there.