The Coconut Road

After a days drive from Puebla. We were excited to get back to the coast, the smell of the ocean, beaches to sleep on and quiet roads was what we wanted after climbing Orizaba. Looking on our map, we decided on a road that followed the coast into the Yucatan. Passing threw small fishing villages, very quiet road that allowed us to drive with our FlipFlops, shorts and no helmet was paradise. The heat was intense, maybe up to 45'c degrees. We stopped at a deposito in hope to find Ice cold drinks, all other places had no electricity or Ice, so all drinks were warm. This one had cold coca cola, so we pounded cold drinks down while chatting with the owner. Looking at our bikes and gear, he seemed a little confused??? " Donde Va??" he asks... telling him we're making our way to the Paraiso were the main highway would take us into the Yucatan, then to Cancun...
My spanish is getting better everyday, but when you get in some of these villages, some locals have there own spanish - that what it seems like for us anyways... hard to understand what they say, and speaking 100 miles /hr makes it even harder.
We ask him if this way is the way, along the coast... "si si" he says, mumbling at 100miles/ hr then he makes hand signs like holding our bikes really hard. So I ask, " the road OK?" si si he says, again speaking at rocket speed.
OK, "Gracias" - off we go, all happy with drinks in our system, lets hit the road
Wasn't more then 500 meters were the road just stopped!!! the beach had washed out the entire road, it was from Hurrican Dean, had left it's mark. A foot deep in sand everywhere, so an alternative road had been built. So we drive along the coconuts that helped cars not to get stuck in deep sand, but with bikes, a total nightmare. Ok... back on the road, wow.. that was crazy, shit hope it's over. We continue on nice pavement road, but no more the 2 - 3 kms... we are back on deep sand and coconuts. Ho my god! shit how long will this be. Now we understood what the man was talking about, "hold on tight to your bars"
Cal looks at me at one point, around 15kms in... " should we turn around?" - "No Way - Not driving back this shit again... lets just hope it will get better soon " So we continued on. Blasted by the full heat of the day, we were getting drained, no water, no where to go but to keep going... Finally after over 20 kms, almost 2 hours later we reached the road, no more sand, just pavement, Smiles on our faces, but beat for the heat and drive, we were happy not to have turned around. Like we always say.. "south". Never North is the way. Unless the road is impassable, we will always go one way!
This was the hardest drive we had done, a good test, I'm sure there will be more down the unknown road.
Lucky once again to find a place to hang our hammocks, we decided we had enough for a day. I rested in my hammock while Cal was fighting all night with the mosquitos so he set up his tent to avoid the moziz, but instead, the ants found him in his tent. That night, Cal wasn't a happy camper...
Just another day on the journey!