Salina Cruz

The last time I had updated I was feeling really down on some things. It had and has not been because of the trip itself — just to clear that up. I have been loving the trip itself, but some things at home with freinds have been getting to me.
The other night in Santa Cruz I was about to pitch my tent under a bush just shy of downtown and noticed a scorpion had plans to get out of the rain with me.
The town of Santa Cruz was the nicest I have been to yet in Mexico. The ocean was beutiful there and the surf was insane enough to watch some good surfers getting tossed. Yesterday was possibly the most straning part of the trip, the hills were systematically leading up one after another. Never once was there a flat section more 1-mile long. Peter and I pulled into Salina Cruz last night at 9 after peter had a flat just outside of town. The place we stayed was across the street from a bar that was having a huge party till 4 in the morning. My night consisted of running to the toilet every 20 minutes and not being able to sleep because of the sound of the same drum beat over and over. I am not harping on the Mexican music, but the beat doesn't change! We took a rest day here, and are planning on going to Chiapas to see some ancient ruins. I am going to try and meet back up with the German guys I had ridden with a couple weeks ago. I miss everyone and hope all is well. I will let the pledgers know how many miles I do tommorow.
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