Getting around the blockade

I was going to write about the new and varied landscapes I've passed through (from the Central Plateau, past 18,000 ft Pico de Orizaba, down through very mountainous tropical forests to the flat plains and wetlands of Vera Cruz and Tabasco). But getting around the blockade on the way to the Gulf of Mexico was much more interesting. 30 km from my goal of a campsite on the beach I was stopped along with all the other traffic heading towards Campeche. After sitting in a line of cars and big trucks for 2 hours, I decided to follow some other cars driving on the left side of the road. I came to some police officers who told me the road was closed. But then some army soldiers flagged me through. I drove over a bridge over a bay to a small town, but then on the other side of the town, the traffic was stopped again. Trying to figure out what was happening, a young man came up to me and said there was a road blockade and he could show me a way around it. (Still not sure why the blockade; a protest I suppose.) I was cautious, but he seemed genuine, and when other cars started following him, I joined them. We drove along a dirt path for some ways, getting narrower and narrower and with low hanging branches. Eventually we came back to the highway and I arrived at camp just after sunset. A dinner of peanut butter and crackers, some sleep, and awoke to a beautiful sunrise in paradise. I'm the only one here except for the Steve and Tobi, a nice couple from England and the caretakers for the owner. Quite an adventure to get to heaven.