• Joseph Savant

Mmmmmm Mexico

Updated: Apr 16

Despite having finished the recent 30,000 mile trip, and multiple solo trips, I still experienced a case of nerves. For me, the unfortunate downside of having spare time means that I have an opportunity to overthink, over-prepare and over-pack. The premise of heading into multiple countries for a long period, facing everything from jungle heat and rains to mountain temperatures and snow, as well as highly remote areas means much more than normal must be carried. Additional clothing, parts, tools and other items are needed, but the space on a motorcycle has limits, not only for space but more importantly weight. I am a minimalist when it comes to travel, less truly being more. Many folks merely add more gear and more bags, strapping things all over their motorcycle until it is heavily overloaded and dangerous. All that gear can be vulnerable to street theft when stopped for a meal or a stretch of the legs and can be a burden physically and mentally.

I spent my preparation time ruthlessly editing gear, buying lighter and/or smaller, saving any degree of weight or space possible. Anything that could do double duty was substituted. For the first time I am carrying a large amount of photo gear rather than my typical small travel system, since this trip would probably never be repeated. I also wanted to carry camp gear, mainly for shelter if stranded. My bike has three hard locking cases and I wanted to try and get everything in them if possible. Surprisingly, I was able to except the tent, which I put in a small waterproof duffle on the back seat. Despite this trip being the longest and most challenging I've ever faced, I must say it was probably the most minimally packed I've yet done. I brought more things than necessary, but then again I have no idea what daily use and routines will be. Editing always happens on a trip, so I'm sure a few things will be moved, tossed or donated along the way.

From Dallas, I made my way south towards Laredo, seeing a few friends in Austin and San Antonio before stopping for a week in the tiny town of Dilley, Texas. My friend Hank, a world traveler and expert mechanic, has a BMW motorcycle repair shop "MotoHank" located in the town and serves many world travelers who come through Laredo into the U.S.

Aside from our friendship, I wanted to have my bike checked over before embarking. After a new set of Heidenau tires, Hank checked the bike thoroughly since it now carried over 60,000 miles on the odometer, not exactly a new bike to head south on. I was disappointed to find the drive shaft was showing early signs of bearing failure and the resulting cost, but also very glad a severe problem was caught early.

After a few days there, I rolled onto Interstate 35 towards Laredo and the crossing into Mexico. It felt good to be moving in the mid-sixties temperatures and sunshine of a rare cool day in the first week of September. The town of Cotulla and its mass of quickly built oil boom hotels and restaurants slipped by as I settled into the rhythm of the road. The howl of the Heidenau tires rang in my ears until I passed through the magic 65 mph line where they go silent. I tried to block my thoughts of all that might lie ahead and just take in the day and weather.

The exit for Texas Highway 255 finally came up after an hour of droning south past the endless flats of scrub mesquite. I'd decided to skip the long crossing lines in Laredo and go 25 miles north to the Colombia Solidarity Bridge crossing. The highway to Colombia has always been a toll road, but I was pleasantly surprised to see pieces of tape covering the word "toll"on every sign - an actual toll road that had paid for itself.

My decision to avoid the lines at Nuevo Laredo proved a good one. There were no people at the crossing either coming in or going out. I paid the $3.50 bridge fee and headed across the muddy green Rio Grande. Halfway over, I crossed the line into Mexico, making my adventure official.

Pulling under the inspection port on the Mexican side, I got my first red light and siren for inspection on any trip. I climbed off the bike as the guard began a barrage of questions in Spanish, of which none I understood. I stuttered back "no hablo Espanol." He pointed to each locked case for me to open as he continued speaking Spanish. I wasn't sure what he was saying, so I randomly replied "Argentina", assuming he was asking where I was going. His eyes got wide and he shook his head as if I were crazy.

I pointed to myself and said "gringo loco". He didn't respond but tapped on my duffel and asked about it. I couldn't think of the word for "tent" so I just said "camping". He stared for a bit, then lost interest with a "bueno" and turned away just as the inspection alarm went off again. In the inspection port, there stood an identical red BMW R1200GS Adventure. The guard spun back around and looked at me like "WTF?", doing a double take at each of us again. I shrugged and made a goofy face, then headed inside for the Inmigración and Aduana process. It was quick and easy. I got the passport stamped and entry visa paid, then my motorcycle deposit, and was on the road in about 15 minutes.

For anyone entering Mexico, if you can get to the Aduana in Nuevo Laredo before 9 am, the lines are reasonable, but if not consider the Colombia crossing. Colombia is about 30 miles north of Laredo and adds about 30 minutes each way, but bypasses the craziness of Nuevo Laredo and the hour or two it sometimes takes in the lines. Many times I have been through that crossing and there has been little or no people, except on holidays.

If you've not done it before, the process is as follows:

Go to Inmigración first, present your passport, fill out the visa form you receive, return to immigration officer. He gives it back. Next, you take the immigration form, passport, your vehicle title (and/or registration), and drivers license to the little combination snack & copy kiosk. Pay for copies with a few pesos. Next, take the copies and originals over to the Aduana window. You'll pay a $400 deposit for the moto ($200 if it's pre-2000 iirc) which is refunded upon checking out of the country, plus $29 fee, then $52 for the tourist visa. Credit cards are accepted other than for the copies. You will receive paperwork and a windshield sticker. Keep every scrap of paper. The windshield sticker is supposed to be placed on the bike windshield, (HOWEVER, I have been told by other experienced travelers to simply leave it off, as it immediately and easily identifies you as a foreigner. I never put my sticker on, and have never been asked at any checkpoint.) Take the payment receipts back to Inmigración for proof of payment. The officer will give you the lower portion of the visa form. The process is "similar" at each crossing but can differ depending on crossing and officers. Recently at both Laredo and Colombia, they've been demanding vehicle registration and NOT a title, turning away those without. Today however, they didn't even mention registration. Such is Mexico.

Santiago, a quiet little "Pueblo Magico" south of Monterrey, was my destination for the night. It is a pleasant and serene town, surrounded by mountains and a great place to spend a night. From there you can head due south towards Vera Cruz or go west on some great twisting roads across the mountains to the western altiplano.

The long and flat highway ride from Laredo to Monterey was boring but I focused on trying to read any vibrations that might come from the new drive shaft. Monterey supplied flooded streets from a heavy rain, the congestion and excitement to counteract the earlier boredom and after weaving through the city and out the south side, I arrived about 3 p.m. in Santiago. I had to wait about 20 minutes for the hotel attendant to arrive to open the hotel. As I sat swigging water on the main square, an older distinguished gentleman pulled over on his scooter. He began speaking in Spanish then switched to English for my benefit. He talked of his other motorcycles and that he loved the scooter for running to the store. As we talked of my travels, he said “Mexico is a great and beautiful country, but I think the peoples is not so good.” It was his way of warning me to be careful as he rode off for an ice cream.

I had the entire hotel to myself, with school and tourist season over it's a nice relief to have some solitude.

That afternoon, the surrounding mountains were covered in mist while the sky undulated from blue to gray, slowly dissolving into gray dusk and eventual darkness.

Thoughts of the day… the endless, flat landscape of scrub mesquite brush and wind-shredded plastic bags captive to barb wire fences from Laredo to Monterrey, riding in hub deep water on the streets of Monterrey from heavy rains and the accompanying dousing from cars adjacent, a little girl staring at me through the dirty glass of a rear car window, eyes enlarging in fear as I turned to look at her, the strange smelling cocktail mix of diesel fumes, grilling meat and Fabuloso cleaner as one cruises in traffic, the misty Sierra Madre mountains looming over me as the day shortens.

Santiago is a step back in time in some ways. Sitting on a park bench, its tranquility slowly swept over me as the dusk fell away to late evening.

The canyons of the Sierra Madre mountains west, either to Galeana or Los Lirios, are tugging at me to head for Real de Catorce tomorrow, always a stunning ride. However, I think I'll take a different route south through Linares, Ciudad Victoria and on to Xilitla, a ride I've never taken. The bike is running well and handling like a dream with the new tires. Despite my micro-focused attention for vibrations with the new drive shaft, all seems to be well!

#Mexico #Patagonia #Adventure #BMWR1200GS

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