The bikes were absolutely quite. The chain and rear cassette were new as well as the tires. Gone was the sound of a stretched chain on worn gears that reached a crescendo over thousands of miles.
There was not any hesitation during a shift in gears. Only a week ago the chain and gears would loudly grind, skip and argue until a compromise was met between the two.
The silence of the bicycle and the rain only contributed to my dejected mood.
My parents left earlier in the morning and I missed them. The anxiety levels are rising as we approach the border with Mexico.
We only have two more nights in the country and then the comfort and familiarity ends. I expect things to change quickly.
- Spanish will replace English,
- the peso will replace the dollar,
- cerveza will replace beer, and
- “tire de mi dedo” will replace “pull my finger”
Border crossings are always apprehensive events. Guards, forms, the occasional bag searches and general mayhem of border towns. I know it will take a day or two to fall into the rhythm of the next country and start to muddle through how things work.
I can’t wait to get to and write about our experiences in Baja California. Stay tuned.