![]() ![]() I’d learnt from my years of expeditioning that it’s best to not give too much away. Alberto was some way ahead and the policeman got out with his hand firmly gripping a black pistol. One day, as we were pushing “the beast” down the main highway between Teabo and Xaya, a police car pulled over behind us with its lights flashing. If we spoke to anyone, they’d usually assume that our car had broken down and we needed help.ġ4 incredible Maya ruins you must see in your lifetime As we trundled through the remote villages and past the isolated farms of central Yucatan we were usually greeted with a curious wave or a grunt of disbelief. There we were, two men plastered in sun cream and wearing Indiana Jones hats, walking down the road in the heat of the day. I suppose we must have looked like a right pair of oddballs. ![]() “Except we’re going in the wrong direction,” I said. Walking in the heat, pushing their bags like this.” He was clearly enjoying himself on the downhill as I jogged on behind. ![]() “After the train that takes all the illegal immigrants to America.” “I’m going to call it the beast,” said Alberto as he rolled down a slope, the wheels of our tricycle cum luggage carrier creaking as they wobbled. This extract from his new book gives a flavour of the adventures he encountered along the way In his latest challenge, the explorer Levison Wood journeys on foot through Central America. ![]()
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