Day 6 – a small piece of Heaven
After a seriously brutal day of riding we stumbled upon a small piece of heaven .
El Cielito oasis
Our bungalo
Yesterday we were mostly on busy roads and as our goal is to see as much of off-the-beaten-path Mexico as possible we headed west from La Cumbre to hug the coast and see what we could find. By desiring to find a beach and anthro-americanizing our trip momuntarily, we figured that if we head toward the ocean we eventually would be riding along it… Not. The terrain in this region outside of the prevalent marijuana growth is agricultural and/or grazing land and is quite dense and hilly. Today would be another ride on sandy, washboardy, gravelly, rollercoaster roads in a wet sauna.
Cock fighting "farm"
At one point we regrouped at the top of a climb and we were so completely trashed we reduced ourselves to hyserical laughter at our predicament. A few kilometers further along we meandered through yet another tiny, very poor village looknig for a hotel of some sort when we stumbled upon El Cielito Cabanas. It was an intense bizarre contrast.
Impeccable cabanas and pool were perched atop a cliff over looking miles of empty white sand beach – there was no question we would break our budget of $10-night and stay in this oasis. A dip in the ocean and some food later and were were concerned we wouldn´t want to roll out in the morning.
Thus far my companions on this adventure (and many prior) have been excellent teammates. Louise Cooper, Nancy Bristow and Greg Thomas have rolled with every twist and turn in our trip including our status as the rolling Blancho freakshow through most of our trip. What we keep hearing from our new Mexican friends generally is, ¨How did you find this place¨…
