[ San Pablo Villa de Mitla, Oaxaca ]
After far too much hesitation and trepidation I am back in the saddle, back on the road, back to the perpetual task at hand. In a practical sense, most of you know what that is: daily, improvised forward motion into unknown territories and situations with the assistance of a giant purple fatbike named Fargo.
We—Fargo & I—left Oaxaca yesterday to begin the next chapter of our journey southward.
Our route has changed names, from Trans-Mexico Norte to Trans-Mexico Sur, and it is now summer, aka the rainy season. It rains nearly every night, the whole night through; the evenings are colder; I’m going to spend many nights huddled in a wet tent, alone with my thoughts and the sound of the rain; things will be greener than I’ve grown accustomed to.
Otherwise, however, my job will be más o menos the same. There will be lots of pedaling, too much pushing, and an ongoing internal monologue regarding the supposed impossibility of an Escheresque route that always always always appears to be going uphill. There will be lots of new people to meet, engage with, observe, befriend, and learn from. When we’re really lucky there will be strange new experiences to enjoy, internalize, document, and be transformed by. (In this regard, at least, I have been living a charmed life, so expect to have some fun!)
So why not get started with a few images from yesterday’s ride out of Oaxaca, and today’s hang-out in Mitla. It’s a nice mix of the oh-so-typical and the magical, right down to the mutha-flippin’ FLAT TIRE I was gifted this morning.
Take care, queridas Transglobalistas, and let me hear from you in the comments; I’ve missed you all!
Adiós, namaste, ciao, and farewell,