Aw shucks, he missed me.

So I get the bike on the centre stand fine, but that's about it. Two hours and after the help of some Aussies staying in the same hotel, I return, covered in grease to beg the mechanic for help.

I leave Loretto early the next morning and head up to Mulage for breakfast. I meet James, a Canadian also riding a KLR and as he has spare chain parts, I decide to ride with him for a bit. Bless him, nice guy but god he rode so slowly. After a tediously long ride we finally make it to Catavina and set up camp, just in time to get some photos of the kind of cool boulder field, which looks great in the setting sun.

Nice landscape

So I'm up early the next morning but end up waiting for almost two hours for my KLR buddy to get his butt into gear, it's obvious he's not done much of this traveling before so I bear with it. After another morning of tediously slow riding, he pulls over for some fresh mango for lunch. It gets covered in chilli seasoning, lime and salt. What a fantastic combination. So this guy isn't all that bad, showiing me a thing or two. After a couple of pieces of mango, I said to James, 'I keep expecting Mike to turn up in my rear view mirror'. James made some comment in reply and without another word from me, sure enough, Mike turns up. Not quite in my rear view mirror as I was parked, but there anyways. This is all a bit exciting as I didn't even know where Mike had been for the past few days. So what took me seven days to ride (including the stopover for surfing) Mike rode in two and a half. Turns out he missed me so much he was trying to catch up, and had ridden from Mulage that morning. So I take back what I said about James riding so slow, it was a good thing.

Getting rugged up in the cold desert

Not wanting to be a spare part of the happily reunited couple, James bids us farewell and heads off on his own. Mike's a bit of a shaking mess having left at 4am from Mulage after an hour's sleep and 5 cups of coffee, so we only continue on for another hour.
It's a late start the next morning, and we only make seedy Ensenada, an hour up the road, for our last night in Mexico.

So much for my two days and I'm into the US.