Thursday 3rd July 2025 Sayula de Aleman to Cosamaloapan
All full up from the pizza supermercado, then a taxi back to the digs, these little legs are not made for walking, change the legs for boots, hear we go again, too tired, just have a beer back at the room , then bed.

Another day here we go all fuelled up with breakfast and a KitKat that I threw into the shopping basket last night, edging out of the digs in the hazy morning mist, just getting light, as all the trucks start firing up their engines. Mate my engine is fuelled and ready to rock, well nearly have to listen to some final instructions from Bingo first, just down here, then turn onto the motorway and pedal, they may not let us on here, OK mate, have my wave ready and pedal.

Well we join the motorway with no trouble, only the surface of the roads is awful, me in my infinite wisdom, had visions of smooth tarmacked surfaces as I glide over it, nothing of the sort, like riding on the rippo, with trucks roaring past you, not good. Both trying to keep a line, dodging in and out of the potholes, tough riding, it does not ease up, but we keep going. Bingo stops and rescues a tortoise, at first he thought is was dead, so picked it up with the thought of hanging it off his bike, weird, lucky for the tortoise though as it moved inside its shell, with that Bingo gently laid it back down off the busy road, lovely everyone happy and I hope the tortoise goes onto to win the race, we never seen the hare, hopefully he arrives fit and well in second place. Well that was one of the most exciting things that happened today, even the service station we were at was the first stop in and had a power cut so no coffee, just a soft drink.

Off we go again, trying to put some inspirational words together, but some times you just need to dig deep, then dig again, afraid it was one of theses days, just pedal, trying to look at the surrounding farm land full of pineapple fields, which is good, all the lads and lasses selling them are on the other side of the busy road, made my mind up I am having one! sometime.

This road is never ending nightmare, both made the decision, not going on this again, eventually the light at the end of road appeared sign for Cosamaloapan, really glad I don’t live there, never be able to spell that. Only 12 or so miles to go, keep going in the midday sun, only mad dogs and English touring cyclists venture out in this, Bingo signals he has a flat, ride to a bridge that will give us a bit of shade, wow guy selling frozen pineapple drinks, Bingo sweating and working hard changing his inner tube, me no help whatsoever, enjoying the delights of frozen pineapple juice, best puncture yet! Fair play we have a minute well need needed I might add, Bingo even had a bit of the pineapple juice so all good. Just a little 3 miles to the turning to Cosamaloapan soon done that, pulled over to a rest area, to check the options for places to stay, booked into a little place, only 3 miles away, lets have it.

Lovely place, the comments said the receptionist, is not very nice, we will be the judge of that, what a charming lady, all booked in, with ease, then gave me directions to the supermercado, with a smile, always about how you treat people yourself, two sweaty old blokes, with a smile and a swagger, who could resist that, think thats why she got us booked in quick!

Another good tough ride.