Again, 2 am in and I find myself in Guatemala City at the Holiday Inn because I could not continue to sleep on a box spring as was provided to me by the hosting family. Slept on the thing for 2 nights and my back was killing me. So, I decided to come to this hotel to wash my clothes to find a rude awakening. Learned that they do not allow you to use the washing machines and charge $1 American dollar per sock when they accept your laundry in an emergency. Spoke with the horrible supervisor on the phone and she refused to help. Then I asked to speak to her in person and she was the nastiest little lady I had ever met, her name is Sandy.... so, I was forced to put my laundry into a bag and walk into town to ask the locals. I was very lucky to find a nice worker near another hotel that allowed me to wash my clothes in their washing machine for a $10 American dollars because I was willing to wash my own. I had to wash my riding jeans and jacket in the hotel tub and wear them wet in the cold morning. Not very pleasant.
Anyways, during the ride through Mexico, I got food poison and the LAMA wives took care of me. A doctor came to see me to give me two injections to clear up the problem. I had never been so sick in my life. The ride through Mexico was interesting to say the least, the roads were horrible and very dangerous. Found a few good ones in the mountains as a motorcycle rider would truly enjoy, however, being that I was so sick, I was not able to enjoy it as much, just needed to stay alive.
Even though the experience in Guatemala was not pleasant at the hosting house, I still managed to find pleasure in some areas. They took me to their local plaza where I was able to experience good grilled corn and finally my favorite, fresh coconut.
Throughout this ride I have been the highlight of the locals in Mexico and Guatemala. When I stop places, the families with children come to me and ask to take pictures as they have never seen a woman on a motorcycle. Some women ride scooters and the typical small bikes but none like mine that is travelling such long distances.
They ask me for the photo and introduce their children. Here is one boy who was a passenger and the father came to ask for a picture. There are so many of these occurrences, it slows the progress as the groups always has to wait for me to chat with the locals.
Even the local photographer wanted my picture while I was eating my popcorn. What is up with that!!
This little cop fell in love with me.
So, the journey continues tomorrow as the guys will pick me up early, we will continue riding to El Salvador and who knows where else. We will be riding with 3 Guatemalan men that ride like maniacs. I had to learn how to ride like them as they ride through their congested polluted city weaving in and out of traffic at high speeds not caring that we are following them. One night they rode so fast at night Mario and I got lost.There are no lights at night on the highways and very dangerous. I have no pics of that experience but may have some video footage to be posted in the future.
Her light broke while we were riding. Then we stopped to wait for a guy and she ran across the heavily populated traffic to ask a merchant to borrow their knife to fix it. She struggled with the knife, so I gave her my pin that I was wearing on my vest. Worked better and she was able to continue.
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