I arrived at a crazy Mexican girls house late in the afternoon. I’d met her just over 24 hours earlier in the town of San Miguel de Allende. I’m basing myself here for the next couple of weeks exploring the nearby areas. ‘Come mountain biking with me and my friends’, she said. So I went mountain biking Nevada de Toluca.
The brother of this girl loaned me his car to transport us 65km to the large Mexican city of Queretero. It was dark when we arrived. This girl I just met took me out on the town with her sister for dinner then back to her sisters place. At 1am we drove to another friends place. It was like the scene of a Tarantino movie.
It’s 2am. I’m standing on a quiet Mexican street. This crazy Mexican girl, Edith, and I are waiting for more cyclists to arrive. We are driving for several hours through the night to start cycling up Nevado de Toluca.
At 2am Miguel, Dr and Rafa arrived. We threw our bikes in the back of the truck and set off for the long night drive to the base of the snow covered 4800m, Nevada de Toluca. This is Mexico and this is how some Mexican mountain bikers spend their weekend.
I slept little in the truck. We started cycling pre dawn. The temperature was -6C. We all struggled our way up the steep hill at high altitude. We were all breathless which is understandable at altitudes above 4000m. The struggle took almost 2 hours, then the trail was less steep, the views more expansive and the sun was out to warm us.
I’m in Mexico, it’s -6C, we are cycling through snow, there are frozen lakes and in the distance Volcan Popocatepetl was erupting. What an amazing place Mexico is. The diversity of the country is beyond belief. Just look through my previous posts and photos. I’m constantly amazed, surprised and impressed by the country and it’s people.
Mid morning, we cycled down to a frozen lake. Boldly I cycled onto the lake. The ice was thick, very thick, I was in no danger of falling through. Rafa, Dr and Edith follow me. The sound of the ice cracking as I walked on it was similar to a high pitched shrill of a bird. I tried my best penguin impersonation, other tried their best ice dancing. It was a fun place.
Late in the morning we cycled at speed downhill to our waiting vehicle. Cycling without the weight of my panniers was great. So light and fast. This bikepacking craze that is sweeping the cycle touring world might just have another convert. Now, how can I lighten the weight of my gear to half what I have now.
A big thank you to my crazy Mexican cycling friends for allowing a traveling gringo to tag along with you. Muchas gracias.
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