As we cycle into Pie Town (sounds a lot bigger than it actually is with just 60 souls) we run into Chris and Alex again; father and son bikepacking the Great Divide. They are just about to leave the famous Toaster House and Chris shows us around. We pick ourselves a room, drop all our stuff and run to the nearest pie restaurant, which was about to close. Lucky us, we are able to treat ourselves to a 8 dollar (!!) a piece blueberry pie. I guess you have to be here to really appreciate it...
"Hi y'all folks, how u're doin?"
"Where ya from?"
"Ah, I have a cousin in Sweden. That's close to Holland, right?"
"Uh, sure, what's his name? Maybe we know him..."
Our new beasts on two wheels had a good spin on the flat and straight roads from Merida to Campeche, but it was time to hit the mountains again. Away from the heat and finding cool air and a different landscape. But, before we'd be puffing and sweating our way 3000 meter up, we'd stopped to visit mysterious Palenque.