life @ 13

what did i tell you about riding your bike at night?

at this point i'm not entirely sure what pearls of knowledge i've gleaned from my akward traverse of northern latin america, but today i did learn that when a nosy whore wearing clown makeup shows up at your door looking for conversation, this is the best time to excercise your right to not understand any spanish. funny things happen in cheap hotels.
so i was planning to make a short 45k trek from guanajuato to leon a couple days ago, but somewhere along the line i decided that i should push on to make for an easier next day. that did not happen. about 122k into the day and 30 mins. before dark i was informed by a wandering poet (whom i gave 4 pesos and half of my peanut butter) that there was no town for another 30k, which turned out to be almost correct. unable to choke down any more peanut butter, i pressed on slowly, eventually caught a second wind, and made it to the next town a good 90 minutes after dark. riding around the suburbs of madison after dark is one thing, but the highways and two-lane roads of the desert are another. but i made it ok, and learned several lessons in the process (like have extra food and water for the wandering poets).
i'm still working my way back, somewhat determined to do it all on the bike. however the forecast doesn't look too promising, and i'm not the kind of person who enjoys biking through thunderstorms.