As I left for Chetumal from Ciudad del Carmen it was with some sadness, knowing that this would be my last long riding day in Mexico. I had fallen in love with just about everything related to this country, the people, communities, food and spirit of Mexico. Yes, I had seen all the news articles, been mocked by friends saying that my head would be separated from my body and all that stuff.
After one night in the pretty town of Veracruz, it was time to go the 409 miles to Ciudad del Carmen in what would be my second last city stop in Mexico. I was already getting a little melancholy about leaving Mexico, it had been everything I had hoped for – great mountain roads, amazing street food, sensational beaches and simply beautiful people.