I had this idea. You know how ideas go — some good, some bad. But who can really predict which will take root? I’m still not sure into which category this one falls, but it certainly found root and flowered: The Maya Rally is about to begin — teams driving all over Mexico for charity to coincide with the Mayan end of the world prediction. And what better setting for an apocalyptic pursuit than against a backdrop of the drug war? 5,000 miles through cartel country? Now, that’s an adventure.
I can’t remember exactly when I first got the overland bug.
In my mid twenties I was working in West Africa as a civil engineer, overseeing projects to provide water to villagers by drilling and building local wells. We had inherited some pretty beat up GMC trucks from a previous project in Nigeria. In them I was driving all over Burkina Faso to reach the teams in the field, sometimes logging 200 miles a day offroad.
At that time we didn’t have any SPOT, we didn’t have cell phones, we did not have a winch and we didn’t have GPS or waypoints. Everything was done with badly photocopied paper maps, where often the names of villages on the map would be different than what the villagers actually called them.
If you broke down, as I did multiple times, you hitched a ride with a guy passing on a moped who would take you to the first village that had a phone and you would call the base to send a driver to pick you up – sometimes a couple days later.
It’s during that era, on a brief vacation to Dakar for a wedding, that I spotted an older Land Cruiser FJ40 with a big bulky square box on the top – my first roof top tent sighting. I started chatting with the French driver and learned about his on-going overland journey from Paris to Cape Town. That was it. I was hooked.
I had to do the same thing.
Several years later, after many overland journeys completed, that travel bug has never let up. And I wanted to spread it.
In December, on 12/12/12, 25 teams will follow some vague suggestions from a Survival Guide, then try to reach a series of unique sights and complete tasks in order to accumulate as many points as possible. The rally runs from Guanajuato to Bacalar, near the Belize border, in the heart of the Mayan region.
It is not a race. There are no checkpoints, no rules, no insurance, and no support. Teams range from mid-20s to mid-60s and drive vehicles from a 1967 VW bus to a 2006 Land Cruiser. They have all taken quite a leap of faith, being the first ones to engage in this totally unpredictable and unsupported adventure. But isn’t that what adventure is all about?