Israeli biker

When I arrived in the jungle outside of the Palenque ruins, there were no more rooms for rent, but this guy offered me his spare bed, and then the next morning when he saw me walking the few miles from the jungle back to town, he let me hitch a ride. He considered offering me a ride to Chetumal, but the bike was a bit cramped for two and Chetumal is something like 1,000 kilometers from Palenque. Besides, I wanted to brave the roadblocks to San Cristóbal de las Casas.

He bought the bike in Brooklyn and rode it to Mexico. A bit cramped for two.