There’s a dragon up there – I can see him in my mind’s eye. I sneak around a corner and spy him – his ample girth covers the entire road and his scales glisten in the sunlight. I’ve named him Zofuenizer – Neez for short.
Neez appears to be sleeping, but as I approach, the crotchety old geezer opens one eye to look at me. Then his mouth gapes open, he lets out a mighty roar, and flames come hurling toward me.
All day today ol’ Neez stayed just out of sight around the next bend, sending clouds of hot dragon breath billowing back toward us. We fought against his breath, struggling up the hills and fighting to get back down them.
We’re now cutting across the Yucatan – straight across the southern part to get to Belize. The road is very sparsely populated, jungle encroaches wildly from both sides, and it’s hotter than blazes. It wouldn’t be so bad if old Zofuenizer would just take a break from spewing out his hot breath.
I wonder if Bilbo might have some suggestions for us….
Kilometers today: 85
Kilometers to date: 11755
At least the birds were pretty…