Week 136. Sick in the desert. People say that when traveling, the highs are very high and the lows are very low. This week was a perfect example of that. On Saturday we have crossed the 15.000 kilometer mark. At the same evening Kira got a cold, which turned very nasty overnight. We were stuck in the middle of the desert (technically still semi-desert) in our tent next to a lone petrol station. Being grounded in the middle of nowhere with a high fever is one of those experiences that we wish to forget as soon as possible. During the day it was +30C with no shade, during the night it was merely +10C. With no chance for a quick recovery we had to find transportation to bring us back to the next town where we could visit the doctor and find some better living arrangements than our tent for next couple of days. Good news: Kira is feeling better. Bad news: now Sven is feeling worse. The best news: Tulku is feeling great.

Week 135. Crossed the Tropic of Cancer (and got attacked by bees)! It is a huge milestone for us (the tropic, not the bees): it is one of five mayor circles of latitude. During this trip we have already crossed three of them, the fourth – the Arctic Circle – is waiting for us in Alaska. This week we’ve been cycling through an exceptionally beautiful landscape and we’re loving every minute of cycling more than we ever did. Up next: Saltillo.
P.S. To put things into perspective: we are now at the same level as Sahara desert.

Week 134. Change of course. This week we have finished cycling Queretero state, crossed Guanajuato state and entered San Luis Potosi state and now we are heading straight north! Our original plan was to continue west via Gualadajara and cycle on the west coast. After lots of careful consideration followed by a quick second glance to the map, the wise words ‘What about that road?’ have been said. We never considered this route and we’re not sure why – it fits us perfectly! So we’ve turned the steering wheel and now we’re heading towards Texas. The scenery is changing and we will be entering the desert very soon. We cycle through once rich mining region. We got a chance to smell the gold rush this week too: we visited a ghost town and climbed 40 meters under ground in an old mine!

Week 133. Headwinds. Our already slow tempo was slowed even more by strong headwinds. Once again we talked with local people, once again they told us ‘it’s never windy here’. Either that global climate change thing is very real, or we’re just very unlucky and always appear to be in places where ‘it never rains’ and ‘it’s never windy’… Up next: change of course.