Hobbled into town last night after a stall this afternoon. Got my bike to a side street and tried to camp out in a ditch but the damn dogs wouldn´t shut up. So I started to look at the bike and I think it´s a fuel problem. For some reason it was running with a full choke, but now nothing. It was almost midnight and a car wash down the street was open. I asked the young guy who was the owner, and I ended up plugging my bike in at the back, and sleeping there. We watched some crazy Mexican TV before I started passing out and had to go to bed. Salina Cruz, I hope I never see you again.