One of the worst so far. The winds in Baja fade into insignificance in comparison. Twice I was stopped in my tracks by the winds blast and twice I was nearly blown over in a standing position.
It´s one of the few occassions where if you speed up, stability finally arrives, but that takes some nerve and that nerve only arrived after Chuck did.
Chuck arrived at the same point on the road as me about 1pm. Both blown from pillar to post, we´d sought shelter.
Chuck, 66yr old Texan, again from San Antonio…is there something wrong with that place and everyone wants to leave?
We will be parting company in the morning as he heads directly for Guatamala, while I head across country to the Mayan ruins in Palenque.
We are in the windswept town of Arriga, a train town, where the constant wind dictates everything.
It blows here, and Chuck and I are the latest tumble weeds to be gusted in.
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