Jack sent me off from San Cristóbal de Las Casas with a hug, a smile, a wave, and probably a snicker or two as I set off on my single speed with no pump to find a dirt track that didn’t even exist on my 1:250,000 INEGI map. My destination was Acala, not far from San Cristóbal, but about 1500m lower and a world away.
These guys:
didn’t even try to suppress their laughter when they pointed out the descent. They had asked a typical Mexican question: “what do you do when you get a flat tire?” “Well, uh, normally, I carry some patches and a pump, but, well, you see, I left my friend in San Cristóbal, and he had the pump.” “The track’s rough, good luck,” they laughed. No problem, I have patches, I thought. I didn’t bother saying it out loud, however. I’d heard enough laughter.
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