Head resting in the ditch-

Actually, I have never biked such beautiful mountains as these in Guatemala. I have biked 60 miles up and I feel I could eat the clouds like sliced bread. I crossed the border twice, once when I crossed without an exit stamp from Mexico. I got to bike the 2 miles back to Mexico to get my stamp. And to my surprise many things look similar to Mexico but I think if it is possible the people are even nicer. I bet I have been waved to by a thousand people, children run along side of my bike and encouraging words fill the road as I bike by. You would think I was in the Tour de Guatemala and I was the lead biker in the yellow jersey. The only problem I have had is trying to find a place to camp. I am sure that a dozen families would allow me to stay with them. I did find a nice place to camp last night along the river and slept like a baby, actually I sleep well almost every night. But I guess I do not have the tiredness to sleep in the ditches like those that have drank too many spirits, but maybe by the time I get down to South America.