Last night we pulled off the road, crossed a dry riverbed and made camp on the opposite bank among the scrub and cactus, hidden from the road and neighboring farms. We decided to put the tent up without the rainfly. It’s very arid here and we love sleeping without the fly so we can see the stars. We haven’t been able to do this since Baja. Though the mesh dome does make me feel like we’re under a massive food tent.
We chose poorly. There’s dew. The sleeping bags and everything else is damp. It’s 4:15am. I’m awake because someone is playing really loud Banda music, the type where the tuba carries the bassline. I can appreciate the tuba. I was in the band in high school. But 4:15am is too early for the tuba. An interesting aside, the rise in popularity of Banda music in the USA has led to an outbreak of tuba theft. Apparently there’s a black market for tubas.
The music seems to wake every dog, rooster, turkey and donkey for miles. They all join in adding their own melodies and the result is an assault on my ears. Oh, and then there are fireworks. The kind that just make a loud BOOM! Because no morning is complete without some fireworks.
This all makes me think of how people back home have morning alarms to wake them with soothing music, slowly bringing them to wakefulness. I wonder if there is a market for people who want to wake up to this symphony. I’ll tell you one thing, it works, I am AWAKE!
We have another beautiful but challenging day of riding through the mountains of Puebla. We’re still a few days from Oaxaca, another “must-see” Mexican city. We were warned that the road to Oaxaca would be mountainous. I keep waiting for it to be easy. I doubt we could have ridden these mountains in the beginning, but we’re still wrecked at the end of the day. At this point, I’ll probably have to settle for it being less difficult, but the mountains are never going to be easy.
We are amazed by the gorgeous churches in even the small villages.