The bike and I arrived, and I put it back together.
All went well during the flight to Cancún. In the airport, a tall lean man with a beard and thick black cotton socks was cursing volubly to himself. Filthy, noisy curses as he scrolled through his iPad. He then sat directly behind me on the flight from Tallahassee to Atlanta. The curser was polite during the flight, on which he ordered two bloody marys that seemed to soothe him.
The hotel in Cancún had separate signs in Spanish and English that advised guests to respect opossums, describing them as “Mexico´s only marsupial” and continuing on to say that a marsupial was “an animal that carried its young in a pouch like a kangaroo.”
No clubbing, a dinner of lime-soaked ceviche and a beer, bed at 9:30 after continued reading of Ty´s book, Aku-Aku: The Mysteries of Easter Island, which is enthralling, and an early start at 6:00.
Many thanks to my mom and dad for their help in making this adventure a reality! Thanks!
