MAZATLAN TO GUANAJUATO
A Few Weeks In The Life of ME!
The last week for me was so hard I climbed 2650 metres from
the ocean but what spectacular views. Amazing anywhere in Canada and this road
would be impossible because of the snow. It was a time where I wondered
why I do this alone all the time and for what,as my life worthwhile but you know
I met some very good people and they have helped me answer that question so here
is part of the story.
It started on Tuesday when i gave doe a few of my extras like my booties and
winter fleece etc. Then it was the boat oh my what a scow the toilets were so
bad people were peeing over the railings to avoid going into the black hole. Me,
I partied with some youngster put up my tent on the empty bed of a flatbed truck
took a couple of tylenols and slept till morning. Mazatalan was hot and touristy
full of beautiful beach people. I stayed one day and headed up to Durango Now
pay attention to the word UP. The first day was ok and I ended up in a tiny
mining town called Copala. Put my tent up behind the restaurant and they gave me
a piece of banana cream pie just for showing up. The town was a treat there was
a 15th century church with they say over 200 pounds of gold on the statues. That
night I played volleyball with the locals who were very impressed that Icould
move after riding all that way. The next day started up and it kept going up and
up and up. Then it rained, then the rain turned to hail. Then two french
cyclists came by and we had an hour long palaver at the side of the road just to
warm up. Seems they are heading for the Yukon and maybe we will meet there. If I
were smart I could have turned around but no not me. It took me an hour to reach
the next town and there Lily and Irene took care of me drying me off feeding me
and putting me to bed with extra blancos. Such luxury. The next day I road 44kms
and even the promise of a warm hotel bed in the next town couldnīt keep my legs
going. Camping in the rain is a bummer but it is worse when it is hailing.
In the morning there was a bit of the white stuff on the ground if you saw this
road you would know what a disaster that could be. Anyway the sun came out later
and off I went ascending to 2650 metres of so. A man from Woodstock and his
friends stopped me on the way down and they invited me to stay with them in
Durango and here I am in heaven with a warm bed clean clothes and good old home
cooking. This road is amazing hugging cliffs and mountain sides all the way from
the ocean on up. I even passed a couple of trucks on the downhills they move
slowly because they are allowed no mistakes. From here until Zacatecas and
Guanajuato was a breeze no mountains.
I did have one lovely experience with a car that turned
around and stopped beside me. He and his family dropped off a big bag of food
and promised to meet me in the next town and help me find some accommodation.
When I ask why I cycle well it is people like this that answer for me.
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