On November 4th Luis Antonio pulled his vehicle over. His English was probably the best English that I had heard in Mexico thanks to his 20 some odd years in the US. He noticed my Canadian flag off my trailer and had to stop. He had spent about a year in Vancouver right before the pandemic and was totally in love with Canada. He invited me to be hosted at his place in Tres Valles which was 60 km’s down the road. Something told me that this invitation was worth the truck ride. So, we threw my bike in the back of his truck and I took him up on his offer of a ride the rest of the way.
I would stay with Luis for 2 nights. The day I left he actually caught up to me on his motorcycle 21 km’s down the road to give me a $500 peso donation.
Luis is a butcher