Running away from the Circus - Conception Bamba beach and Juchitan

Running away from the Circus – Conception Bamba beach and Juchitan

The sickness circus in Mazunte was not one we wanted to join, with half our dorm room becoming very ill. We also both felt itchy feet (of the figurative variety) a common coinciding occurrence. It was time to go.
Riding to nowhere was fun. All we knew was that we wanted a beach, preferably empty. A few hours down the highway we found a haggard Beach sign as the sun was nearing the horizon, and knew we had found our beach.

Looks good. Let’s camp here.

Beach camping is pretty. Sandy.

Check out them plinkers on his spokes!

Soon after arriving, we met a young man on a bicycle with plinkers on his spokes, so we knew he was cool. I practiced spanish with him for awhile and again in the morning when he came back to visit again. He told us all about the little town, that for cell signal we had to climb to the top of a sand mountain, and where we could find a tienda (store) to purchase some cervesas. He negated to mention that the pueblo (town) had been without power for five days, making for a very dark walk back to the beach. Apparently the beach is also a little known surf spot. The break was poor while we visited, but I could see the potential with a little more swell.

Feeling short on sunrise/set photos.

Morning brings sun, and sun brings cancer. I was up early to go for a walk and watch the cows and fisherman, while Jayne stayed in the tent for her standard 10 hours sleep. A howling wind had picked up during the night, disrupting sleep and the integrity of the tent pegs. On my walk, I came across a van of hippies from the recently disbanded rainbow gathering. We had missed it as an opportunity cost of seeing the circus. They were kind folks, now on a mission to scope out new potential ‘Rainbow’ land.

Not very photogenic hippies.

We had planned to relax on the beach for a while before heading out that morning, but with our slowly shrinking motorcyle-shade, we changed plans. Plus the beach had some strange, invisible biting insect that caused Jayne some incredible shooting pain.

Writing until our meager shade dries up.

Mommy taught us Penaten cures all. Even unknown origin, searingly painful bug bites.

From bug bites to reallllly windy riding. We tilted our bikes and headed to Juchitan where we had a couch lined up with Jorge!

Jayne is not a tree magnet. It’s just that windy.

Regardless of the wind, with made it to Jorge’s place unscathed. Sadly Jugs did not. Half a block from our destination, Jugs’ rear went flat. I unloaded the bike and walked it the rest of the way to Jorge’s. With the tire off, the culprit was easy to find.

I’ve always had flats come in 3’s for some reason. Hopefully changing the tire in Oaxaca for the Mexican Gent counts as one of mine, and this is now #3.

Puncture causing, uh, Jaw bone??? No idea what this is or why it has teeth.

While finding it was easy, identifying it was not. I’m saying micro velociraptor jaw. Patched the flat and re-installed, everything being easier as Jorge lives right across from a mechanic shop (and also right across from his work: short commute!) with an air compressor. The only pitfall was dodging flying mangos knocked free by the vicious winds. We are out of spare tubes so I will have to rely on the patch for now, and honestly probably won’t change the tube out until I get another flat or replace the tire.

Jorge’s mother was incredible, feeding us until we couldn’t possibly eat any more. We were set up with our own beds, complete with hammock option. I was even able to do laundry, completing the trifecta! We went out with Jorge for dinner with his lady friend and explored the square, trying some new foods and a chocolate/cream/foam hot drink.

A derivative of a tostada. Delicious!

Chocolate frothy goodness!

We stayed an extra day, doing some admin, searching the town for tubes (to no avail) and generally taking a day off. The truckers in town also took a day off, protesting the protesters who were protesting additional wind farms. Those protests were putting the truckers out of work, so they stopped all work in protest. They completely took over the main road into the centre of town. Hundreds of air horns are loud.

A protest to the protest over wind farms. Hundreds of truckers block the main road and honk their horns for hours.

There was certainly enough wind to justify building the wind farms, and though we had half-heartedly hoped it might die down, those hopes were in vain. It would be months before the wind dies down much. We said our goodbyes to our Juchitan family and ventured out into the fields of giant fans.

Jorge Jayne and mom. Jayne poses for photo, forgets phone.

Riding in a severe cross wind is tough. Taking a photo of someone riding in a severe cross wind…

If they’d just turn off the fans for an hour we’d be able to ride in comfort.

Motorcycle Minute: While the wheel was off, I was reminded that my brake caliper posts were pitted. The pitted posts stop the pads from sliding properly leading to uneven wear and thus; using more brake pads. Steel putty to the rescue! As with most Macgyver plans on this trip, I thought of this solution ages back on one of the long solo stretches of curvy roads, and finally had a chance to try it out. I’ll report back after I’ve given it a go for a while, as I know you’re all on the edge of your seat for this one.