Return to the North

Isla Mujeres is a lost paradise. I was the flip of a coin from being stuck there forever. Beach front hostel, blue caribean ocean, white sand beaches, travelers from around the world and a 20 km paved highway looping the island for the bike. I pulled myself away from the place before it was too late and on Sunday morning I found myself driving through Canmore in a snowstorm. I figured I had heldout long enough down south to have avoided such a thing but mother nature was waiting for me. So were the cops. 2 hrs after getting off the plane I found myself with a $150 speeding ticket. When the cop asked how fast I was going or what the speed limit was I came up blank. After being in the freedom of central america where virtually nobody is liable for anything they do I was brought back to Canadian reality in a hurry. I am now off to visit my Dad in the mountains to chop firewood and drive tractors until I can figure out how to function in such a proper country again.