From Paraíso to Frontera

This chap was so impressed with our travel plans he gave us these Tabasco bracelets (the name of the state we’re in at this point). He was a contractor refurbishing one of the rooms next to ours.
The launderette opposite our hotel which rescued our clothes from their extended time on the beach.
A sign of the wealth and prosperity in these parts. Some of the properties are very posh, presumably employees of one of the 20 companies based at the Dos Bocas oil refinery.
We weren’t able to get much closer views than this from the road, however, we wikipedia’d the sight and the drone views of the plant are impressive to say the least.
Whilst it was an enlightening experience in the world of oil refineries we much prefer the open road and the nature that surrounds us every day.
A very posh roadside cafe – a waiter with an apron complete with house logo.
Today was our longest day on the bike – 75km – and although it has been flat going for several days we are now dealing with head winds as we travel east.
The only climb all day and it was at the end as we approach Frontera.
Whether it is a boat, car, or lorry, once it has fulfilled its usefulness they are abandoned and left to rot – often in the most scenic locations.
We haven’t left behind the mangroves yet.
Our favourite type of road house; ground floor where we can roll our bikes into the room with us and out again the next morning.
Dealing with keys often becomes as confusing as navigating the various plumbing systems we experience.