

To Palenque - 305 miles: 9 - 10 hours. Today we're going due west through cane fields and cattle country. We pass through 41 little villages with population of 59 - 86. The tires hanging in the trees indicate bus stops. We stopped at a Pemex for a potty break and as we drove to park, we stopped dead. We kept sinking and were buried to the undercarriage. Some sand on their pavement was actually a 3' hole covered over. After 5 men digging, a broken tow strap, pulling from front then back, we were out. Mud to our eyeballs and throughout the coach. On some roads, they were so narrow, we came to a complete stop to let trucks roar by with centimeters to spare the mirrors. Never again. In the road construction, we saw men hand painting the yellow line ( there are very few). Through some hills and saw cowboys and furniture vendors. Stopped in a very water soaked RV Park. There is no choice on where to stay, you take what you can get. When you do something goofy, you get Goofy, so guess what Ron was awarded at our social.
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