Well, the hill out of Acapulco was a bit of a pig, but once that was out of the way, the going was much flatter and relatively traffic free. I stopped for lunch in a little restaurant.
The food in Mexico has been mostly hit, although today’s serving of a chicken leg in spicy dishwater was more miss. That said, it did make a pleasant change to get my protein via chicken rather than tuna. (Although I had tuna sandwiches for dinner).
I stopped in the town of San Marcos, and after discounting a hotel that charges 150 pesos for three hours (and there’s a lot of hotels like that in Mexico), I found a lovely one on the main road for 120 pesos. A big room, with a large mirror, in which I could admire my bizarre and unique cyclists tan. My hands where I wear my gloves are pure white, whilst my arms, up to my biceps are deep brown. Then, it’s a white body, with brown calves down to the sock line, and white feet. Where I wear my hat is most interesting, as I have a two tone head. Ace.