Out of Manzanillo and back on the road. Again we made a pretty graceful exit back onto the long, winding, coastal road that feels it necessary to divide every small town it can possibly find in half, with a handful of nasty speed bumps just to keep things interesting. Through the military checkpoints on each border, I had the opportunity to contemplate the irony of soldiers in camoflage with reflective roadworker vests.<\/p>\n
We called it a night in the small town of Lazaro Cardenas, in a hotel called Sol y Arena. Our room had the largest criquet clone I’ve ever seen chilling on our drape. My dad and I headed to La Mira, the town just down the road, for dinner, and on my way to my bike, a guy on the street offered me a beer. I stopped and talked to him for what turned into close to an hour. I told him about my trip, he asked me how he could charm American women. I asked if he was into the blondes, big affirmative there. A guy who’d been deported after living in Oceanside, CA for 10 years came into the conversation for a bit and started trying to make trouble in his fluent english. He called one of the friends of the guy who’d given me beer gay, and the guy I was talking to thought he was talking about him. He got very serious and tried to explain that he definitely was not<\/em> gay. It took awhile to explain to him that I figured that out by the third time he asked me what American girls liked. Xenophobia 0: Homophobia 1. The guy also explained to me that his sister had paid $4,000 USD for false papers so she could join some other part of their family in Carson City. What a world.<\/p>\n Needless to say I added a few more signitures to the bike, even if one of his friends, a definite aspiring grafiti artist, scrawled “Diablo” on the front. Oh well. Tomorrow, zihuatanejo!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Out of Manzanillo and back on the road. Again we made a pretty graceful exit back onto the long, winding, coastal road that feels it necessary to divide every small town it can possibly find in half, with a handful of nasty speed bumps just to keep things interesting. Through the military checkpoints on each […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[14],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.longridesouth.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/272"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.longridesouth.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.longridesouth.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.longridesouth.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.longridesouth.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=272"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.longridesouth.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/272\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":277,"href":"https:\/\/www.longridesouth.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/272\/revisions\/277"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.longridesouth.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=272"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.longridesouth.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=272"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.longridesouth.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=272"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}