As always it was hard to get going after a couple days off in the cute town of San Cristobal. Saying goodbye to our nice, quiet hostel with a good kitchen, reliable wifi and no party crowd wasn't easy. But the rainy season in Central America is approaching and we don't want to get stuck in it too badly. So we once again packed our panniers... this time trouble and ruins were waiting for us.
Andrea's a tree hugger, and when we left the Oaxaca coast we ended up cycling through a number of massive wind farms - Andrea was very pleased. Unfortunately she was blown into the ditch a few times which didn't put a smile on her face. 2 hours of bike pushing later we were in a forgettable town with the worst hotel we've had the pleasure of staying at. So we both got super sick and stayed there for two days... The lowlight of our hotel room were the separate twin beds, Andrea was basically sleeping on a box spring (she put her sleeping pad on it so it wasn't too terrible) and my bed was built out of two thick slices of foam that were probably produced the same year I was, thus my body sunk a solid foot into the foam in all the wrong places. We should have taken another day off but I couldn't take another night in the foam hammock.
To keep our sanity (and stay alive) we took a bus out of busy Mexico City into the next town, Puebla. Sitting on the bus watching the traffic chaos pass by, I was more than glad to not be in the middle of it. It was stimulating enough to cycle to the bus terminal from our hostel. Even Nyle was confused by the multiple lane roundabout/ intersection with upper and lower levels. The fact that there are often no lanes painted on the road only adds to the confusion.