Traveling in Mexico, chances are you’re gonna wake up barfing in a cornfield. Three days after North Oakland buddies flew down to find me in Guadalajara, the turista (also known as Montezuma´s Revenge) had them coming out top and bottom. We were camped in a cornfield at the border of Jalisco and Guanajuato state. I woke up in the middle of the night to sounds of explosive hurling from the other tents.
I was lucky — either I didn’t eat the refried beans, or my guts had acclimated to the Mexican stomach animales after a month of travel. A trio of locals passed the group of us, bikes and tents and people strewn about a cornfield outside of town. We must have looked a mess. They — no doubt with good reason — asked, “What are you doing?”
“We’re sick!” was the reply.
A week later, my friend Vajda had a second coming of the shits. We’ve decided to ditch the tour for a couple days. Instead, he and I have holed up in the pretty colonial city of Guanajuato while he nukes the gut bacteria. With full recovery on the way, I’m hopeful of fattening him up again on the riches of Mexican cuisine. In celebration, here’s just a sampling of what I’ve been sampling, down south.
Thank goodness for the cyclotourist´s metabolism. I have been gorging with a passion — triple breakfast and double lunch! Despite stuffing myself with all sorts of adventurous foods, I’ve only had 2 episodes of the rumbly stomach. Nothing serious. My advice? Take it slow, episodically inoculate yourself with street food and only drink filtered water, either from the bottle or through a ceramic filter when in the backcountry. Good luck friends, and happy eating!