On the way to the Guatemalan border I stop at a Oxxo ( the Mexican equivalant Seven Eleven) and buy a coffee. As I was sipping it outside at the parking area, a police truck pulls in and one of the officers start talking to me in Spanish. I answer him in English using Spanish words. When I wanted to know how long it takes to reach the border, he says about 3 hours. And then he take a look at my bike and says, "with your bike may be 1 hour". I then give him a light punch in his arm and tell him, "I know why you are saying that, so that you can give me a speeding ticket". At that he chuckles and raises his hand for a high-five and he gets a high-five.
Dearest friends of Mexico. I didn't have a good time in Mexico. I had a fantastic time! Thanks for all your support and your care. Alan, Alvaro and family, Ruben, Dulce, Alejandro and all my mechanic friends in Hermosillo made Mexico twice as good. I haven't had any bad experiences here though I was warned many times.
Good bye to you all and I'll see you very soon I hope!