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Mexico has 31 states plus the Federal District of Mexico, just as the USA has 50 states plus the District of Columbia, Washington DC.
This was a bit of a shocker to me as I really did not know what to do if I was left at km 13 and now I am out in the middle of nowhere. I would surely have to backtrack several days and forget about Mexico City.
For the first time on the run I was actually stressed. The two maps I had were really useless for finding my way around the city. I guess I panicked and asked Martin to go back to a service station so as I could buy a decent map. So we went back and there were none.
I decided to take a chance and see what was after km 13, Martin kept saying ‘ IMPOSSIBLE, FIN, NO MAS! ‘
I decided to run on. The other patrolman would join us a bit later. A few km down the road we came to junction to get onto the autopista. It was around 5.30am and the traffic was hectic even at that early hour. Martin made the left turn and waited for me to find a break in traffic so as I could run across the road onto the autopista 15d.
It took me ten minutes to find that short break and when I did it was pretty scary stuff sprinting across. Martin was parked in the hard shoulder, so I just slapped his door and told him I was off running again.
So I ran on and on, a nice steady pace, I couldn’t help wondering if all this running was for nothing if I had to backtrack, and what a backtrack this would be. It was surely a mistake changing my route from the coastal route to go right through Mexico City, I thought the help would be with me all the way, always an optimist, sometimes it backfires like now.
I was greedy just trying to knock about 300km off my route.
Then we come to a tunnel, it’s about 400m long, I run it as hard as I can, Martin is holding back too far. I wave him to close the gap as I am always afraid of someone cutting in front of him, that’s why I asked for the second patrol.
Rule number 1 is simple… ” Keep it simple. ”
I have stopped many people in the past who have tried to make a science out of simplicity.
” Look, I just run, that’s it, nice and simple. ”
We get through the tunnel and stop at a rest area just as Maurice the second patrol man turns up. Maurice confirms what Martin said, that after km 13 there is a no go area. He takes out a half decent map of the surrounding area and then I start thinking I can run through the city solo, just me and Nirvana. I ask Maurice if he will sell me the map but he says no… Then laughs and gives it to me!
Oh! Maurice I could kiss you I joke,
” Hey what about me Tony? ” Asks Martin.
They are shocked and tell me it’s too dangerous to run through the city with Nirvana but I got no choice. I ask Maurice to stay close behind me.
So on I run, I look back and there is no sign of Maurice, I guessed he stopped for a pee, he could have given me a warning I thought leaving me exposed from the back like that.
I saw a sign with the altitude at 3,050m. A couple of days ago I was shocked to discover we were at 2,500m. My climbing was gradual and I actually did not notice the growing altitude.
The traffic is getting heavier and heavier, it’s manic!
Then a horrible thought crossed my mind… I hope we don’t have to make a left turn! I will have to get out into the 3rd or 4th lane of this 6 lane highway! I think I would just lie down and die first!
Sure enough that’s what happened but it was not as bad as I expected as Martin and Maurice blasted their sirens and flashing lights and after vehicles held back they just drove over at about a 30 degree angle, me in the middle trying to keep the angle the same, and all the while looking out that I didn’t get a smack from somewhere. Eventually they straightened up and on we went. Now I was in the middle of the 6 lanes! And Martin was still continuing to speed. I just flung my water bottle in the back of his pickup and went for it sprinting as hard as I could.
I took out my camera knowing if it fell it was history, still I had to get some of these crazy photos! I took about 20 blind shots pointing the camera in all directions and got about 3 or 4 really good shots with my terrified look, and even fake smile!
I never actually saw km 13 as we veered off onto another road which luckily was where the Mexico DF Angeles Verdes office was. Outside waiting for me was the boss Ricardo, his two men Efrain who spoke pretty good English, and Daniel.
Efrain told me that there was a ban on much of Angeles Verdes normal activities in the Federal District. He said the next time they would be able to help would be when I get to Puebla city about 130km away, and then it would be the Puebla office as that is the next state.
I asked how come I could get help this side of the city but not the other. Different zoning was the answer. Angeles Verdes here only had the one patrol truck, the supervisors.
Then Efain suggested to me it would be best I stayed in the city tonight as they had a hotel for me, I guessed it was him on the phone to me earlier.
Thanks very much for this Ricardo and staff. They told me the hotel was about 5km away and the same direction I will be going out of the city in the morning. A straight run down Paseo De La Reforma and turn left just after Torre Mayor Shopping Center. I have a lot of work on the computer ahead of me tonight,sorting out an escape route. Many days when I finish my run my work is only beginning for the day. About 1 hour each day is spent emailing and re emailing people that don’t bother to respond. This time is compounded when I have bad internet connections, which I frequently do.
They wanted me to go in the patrol truck to the hotel but that would be pointless as I would have to come back here in the morning only to retrace my steps to where I started!
No it would be better to run to the hotel now, and tomorrow I will run straight from the hotel right through the very heart of this monster city.
I was delighted the lads were going to deliver Nirvana to the hotel now as this would save me a 5km push through the busy Mexican capitals streets. I had hoped they would be able to deliver Nirvana to the Puebla office,or at least the Puebla Angels could come here to pick her up, guess I have been spoilt! But they didn’t seem keen on this saying they didn’t have a driver.
The run to the hotel turned out to be about a 7km plod as I was understandably worn out. I stopped and had the most delicious cola in many a month from a street vendor. It was ice cold with slush on the inside.
I ran down the Citys main Avenue, Passeo De La Reforma where the majority of foreign embassies are located. Initially I was not supposed to be running through here.
While in Ireland I had been in contact with the Irish ambassador, Derek Lambe who had been most helpful, thank you ambassador Lambe. It would be nice to stop and pay him a visit, I only realised this when I saw the other embassies, I totally forgot about him. Now I was too stressed and just wanted to do one thing…. RUN! Besides Efian said he would meet me at the hotel soon with Nirvana.
I had to be careful not to trip as many of the street pavements are rising up out of the ground, perhaps as Mexico City is built in a valley and on a lake. From time to time they have to pump water out from under the city.
I collapsed into my bed and thought…
” My God is this what dreams are made of?
” Or nightmares? ”