Some things are very different here, and many are the same. Here a loyal dog waits for his master to return home, just as dogs do pretty much everywhere.
Wait, that's no dog . . .
As I said, very different here. One of the main differences for us is the fact that pedestrians and cyclists have no rights, unless you count last rights after you are run over; that they will probably do for you.
But you know what? I kind of like it. There is a definite pecking order, and as long as you understand that, everyone gets along just fine on the road. At home, you DO have the right of way, but you never know if the driver will actually adhere to the laws.
After rolling away from our hotel we had to negotiate about three miles of craziness with taxis, cars, trucks, motorcycles, quads, scooters and horse-drawn carts. After leaving San Miguel, things mellow out considerably, though. At about the four-mile mark the road splits and there is a frontage road that parallels the main road. Once we hit that road, we really enjoyed ourselves.
Riding along the sea is something I don't think we will ever get tired of.
The farther south we went, the more quiet it became. We saw very few cars.
With no real plan in mind when we left, we decided to turn around at 12.5 miles and head back. Tomorrow we will head out with a solid destination and a plan.
Later.
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