The village I’m in is a maze and I get lost on the small roads until I finally find a dirty road back to the highway. A few straying dogs chase me out. In the morning I ride through beautiful mountains before the traffic gets bad. When I pass Queretaro, there is a construction site for 20 km and only one lane. The trucks pass me with just a few centimeters. A first taste of the conditions that will await me tomorrow in Mexico City.