The extra day in Zacatecas meant we’d blow off a night in San Luis Potosi in lieu for a longer ride to perhaps the richest colonial city in the region, Guanajuato. With a head start on our packing and the sun still low in the sky we made the break out of Zacatecas and headed […]
The plan was simple. An early start, coffee, breakfast and make our way to Guanajuato. Jeremiah was his usual dutiful self this morning. Packed, face shield cleaned and clothes neatly folded and laying on the bed he made after waking up. Deciding to forego dressing in riding gear for our morning stroll down Avenida Hildago […]
Seems these last few days in Mexico I’ve been moving a bit slower than usual. Maybe I’ve been here too long and the concept of siesta, sitting around or simply lounging as locals do has consumed me. Forget my intentions, but getting up, breakfast, packing and moving on seems to happen and the crack of […]
Durango. Sombrerete. Zacatecas. There’s so much to see. And even on this lengthy journey, I sometimes feel I’ve got to keep moving. Often I wonder when I can have a vacation from this hectic day to day traveling. We blasted out of Durango this morning headed for Zacatecas. My bike was riding well, but my […]
Hildago de Parral and Durango – Riding the Sierra Madre I broke my cardinal rule number one this evening as I rode into Hidalgo de Parral, a small city halfway between Creel and Durango in the Mexican state of Chihuahua. Riding in the dark. A late start compounded with mile after mile of tight and […]
The indigenous people that populate the hills, canyons and small towns that surround Creel are easily identified as I cruise through the town and the surrounding area by their colorful brightly patterned fabric. The women wear long pleated skirts and some of the men loin cloths and long-sleeved shirts. In the faces of the older […]
Arriving in Creel, the center of the Tarahumara region. Approximately 50,000 of the indigenous Tarahumara live in the Sierra’s around Creel and in the massive canyon system known as Barranca del Cobre. My last visit here In November 2003 I was lucky to witness some of the festivities that surround Die de la Muerte (day […]
With my new shock installed and meeting new friends in La Paz, I load the bike on the huge ferry bound for Los Mochi’s, a mid-sized town between Mazatlan and Ciudad Obregon on the coast of the Sea of Cortez. I noticed a line of bikes tied with frayed rope and leaning against a rail […]
With a new shock and a desire to get on the road, today I opt to not rush to make the ferry but instead get completely up to date on the blog, do laundry and secure my packing – including that damn tire that’s been my nemesis since leaving San Diego. I’m thinking of taking […]
With my bike parts filling a small greasy cardboard box, its sub-frame lying on the floor and a guy painting an old Honda 750 just 10 feet away from me, Luis raises his hammer and says “I’m a Mexican, I can fix anything with a hammer.” Thank god my package finally arrived late last night. […]
