So, before leaving home, I bought a little trail camera to mount on my dashboard. It is named, ominously, “STEALTHCAM,” and is intended for use by hunters who want to monitor animal activity in the bush. You can set it to take motion-triggered photographs, or to take photographs at regular intervals, and in general I have had it set to take one photo every minute while I’m driving. I bought it with the idea of eventually making a time-lapse video of the road, but I’ve run into a number of technical difficulties and may not follow through on that mission… However, I have many thousands of photos of the road, most of them incredibly boring, but also some diamonds in the rough.
First, the contrast… from Canadian winter to Guatemalan spring:
And next, some of the many, many, many things in between. The camera is mounted using the highly technical method of sticky tack – the same sub-par white sticky tack that I swiped from my friend Caitlin as I left Vancouver, in fact – and is aimed either straight forward or a bit off to one side, depending on how the sticky tack feels that day.
Medicine Hat, AB. Or, as I explained to my teacher yesterday, “El Sombrero Magico”
Outside of New Orleans, I think.
Arriving in Cuatrocienegas, Mexico, driving straight into the setting sun.
Palm trees, awwwwww yeah.
Pedestrian overpass, Mexico, and a fairly typical mixture of traffic. I remember riding in the backs of MANY such pick-up trucks, myself…
Captured by accident while stopped at a highway services plaza in Mexico, very much like similar plazas in the US.
Early Spanish lessons: highway signs. I’m sure you can figure this one out.
Mexico: in general, very well signed. Road quality – especially on the cuotas – was very high, and the traffic wasn’t too hairy, even in Mexico city… in general, the traffic is just cars and trucks, not the terrifying mixture of cars, trucks, motorcycles, buses, minibuses, etc., that we have encountered in Guatemala. Also, in Mexico it seemed that generally people obeyed the lane markings. Not so in Guatemala.
A more obscure sign. I actually still don’t completely understand what this means.
PEMEX: the state-owned gas company (Mexico)
I believe that this is in Piedras Negras (black stones) where we crossed the border.
CITRUS FRUITS. THEY GROW ON TREES. ALSO COCONUTS. IT IS AMAZING.
The incredible cobblestone road to Real de Catorce.
Stopped for some roadside fruit, served up with salt, chili and lime.
Jane and I deciding where to camp that night. Oaxacan coast.