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Nothing but Rever
- Thread starter Liteitup
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What cha saying Phil? You journeyed to Mexico? Pictures! You know we want pix!
How did you travel- 2 wheels or 4?
Who all went?
C'mon, spill the frijoles!
How did you travel- 2 wheels or 4?
Who all went?
C'mon, spill the frijoles!
So, yes we are in Mexico. Baja actually, as we speak. Two old gringos that , between us , could order a semi decent meal at Taco Bell, if such thing existed. Other than that, we know maybe 25 words of Spanish.
Started in Fort Davis, crossed at Presidio and made it to Cuauhtemoc for the first night.
From there Creel for a night and then to Batopilos.
More later.......
Started in Fort Davis, crossed at Presidio and made it to Cuauhtemoc for the first night.
From there Creel for a night and then to Batopilos.
More later.......
That is more like it!Just for you, how about food pics?
Love, love roadside food stands in MX. Great food and great chance of meeting and talking with a local or two.
Unfortunately, as soon as we crossed into Mexico my stomach went on strike. We stopped at a roadside vendor and bought awesome looking.tacos. I took one bite, chewed it twice ......and ran outside to puke. Besides the very occasional candy bar and Coke I ate nothing for three days.
We leave Creel, headed eventually to Batopilos. It's in the 40s when we leave and 102 as we approach the canyon bottom. When we finally get there, I get off the bike, puke and start dry heaving.
My buddy gets our rooms, I take a shower and go to bed. It's maybe 4pm? I really don't know.
I sleep the sleep of the dead and don't wake up until a tap on the door around 6:30.
Breakfast. Scrambled eggs and tortillas. Three micro bites later I'm outside again puking.
By now we're discussing going home. We decide to ride to Parrel and decide there. That's when I discovered the magical healing tonic. Peach juice in a can. One can I feel almost human, two I'm ready to tackle the road. By the time we get to Parrel, I'm mostly normal again.
Hasn't returned and I'm eating like normal.
Oh ****, that's a lot of words for me.
Later ....
We leave Creel, headed eventually to Batopilos. It's in the 40s when we leave and 102 as we approach the canyon bottom. When we finally get there, I get off the bike, puke and start dry heaving.
My buddy gets our rooms, I take a shower and go to bed. It's maybe 4pm? I really don't know.
I sleep the sleep of the dead and don't wake up until a tap on the door around 6:30.
Breakfast. Scrambled eggs and tortillas. Three micro bites later I'm outside again puking.
By now we're discussing going home. We decide to ride to Parrel and decide there. That's when I discovered the magical healing tonic. Peach juice in a can. One can I feel almost human, two I'm ready to tackle the road. By the time we get to Parrel, I'm mostly normal again.
Hasn't returned and I'm eating like normal.
Oh ****, that's a lot of words for me.
Later ....
Against your will, we will get a ride report out of you 
So , we climb out of Batopilas without me seeing anything. There's a story to be told about everyone's favorite hotel, but only in person. I'll pick another place next time and leave it at that.
Next stop is Parrel (Parel?). In between some excellent riding. Feeling better today.
Durango is next. We've been staying mostly in really nice Airbnb's for stupid cheap money. In Durango we stay in an old hotel in the Centro. Around the corner is the plaza. We've arrived on a Saturday and things are popping. They're setting up for a concert, vendors selling food and crap. We fit right in.
Next stop is Parrel (Parel?). In between some excellent riding. Feeling better today.
Durango is next. We've been staying mostly in really nice Airbnb's for stupid cheap money. In Durango we stay in an old hotel in the Centro. Around the corner is the plaza. We've arrived on a Saturday and things are popping. They're setting up for a concert, vendors selling food and crap. We fit right in.
Sunday on the Plaza in Durango is as.close.to Zen as I have been in a while. The very first thing I see is a little boy chasing a soap bubble that may be bigger than he is. Huge grin on his face. Then the bubble hits the ground and disappears. I'm halfway expecting tears, but he immediately starts searching for another bubble and the grin never leaves his face.
I could spend hours here. So I do.
I could spend hours here. So I do.
Due to the underwhelming support and readership of this thread, I'll finish up.
3600ish miles in 2 1/2 weeks on some of the absolute best roads I've ever been on. Copper Canyon was amazing! Also on some of the absolute worst, sections of 117 I never want to see again.
Every one asks if I was afraid. I was absolutely terrified to come back to the first world country that leads the world in mass murders, especially of school kids. The same country where rich old ladies get kidnapped from their own homes. Safety is such an illusion.
Two old gringos with basically zero communication skills were treated with nothing but respect by practically everyone we met. Actually, we were able to communicate, just not always with words. And almost without fail, they would apologize to us because they couldn't understand us. Imagine that in the US. Many times strangers that spoke English would appear and help. Louis rode the cable car in Durango with us to translate.
Bottom line, go or don't. I don't care. You can bet I'm going back.
From Durango we took the Espinoza del Diablo to Mazatlán and spent a couple of days waiting for the ferry. Then up the peninsula of Baja, with stops for whale watching in Guerrero Negro and a couple of others.
The original plan was to visit a friend in Phoenix and return home across the SW US. Instead we opted to return via the many curves of Mexico and cooler temps.
We stayed at a mixture of hotels and Airbnb's. If you haven't used Airbnb in a while, give it another look. Pricing is now upfront with only taxes added later. No more cheap rooms that double in price upon checkout. We stayed at some amazing places for cheap. We also stayed at a motel missing a pane of glass in the window, rented completely by pantomime. For 600 pesos.
We crossed the border at Presidio, coming and going. Couldn't have been easier, especially returning.
Questions? I'll try to answer.
3600ish miles in 2 1/2 weeks on some of the absolute best roads I've ever been on. Copper Canyon was amazing! Also on some of the absolute worst, sections of 117 I never want to see again.
Every one asks if I was afraid. I was absolutely terrified to come back to the first world country that leads the world in mass murders, especially of school kids. The same country where rich old ladies get kidnapped from their own homes. Safety is such an illusion.
Two old gringos with basically zero communication skills were treated with nothing but respect by practically everyone we met. Actually, we were able to communicate, just not always with words. And almost without fail, they would apologize to us because they couldn't understand us. Imagine that in the US. Many times strangers that spoke English would appear and help. Louis rode the cable car in Durango with us to translate.
Bottom line, go or don't. I don't care. You can bet I'm going back.
From Durango we took the Espinoza del Diablo to Mazatlán and spent a couple of days waiting for the ferry. Then up the peninsula of Baja, with stops for whale watching in Guerrero Negro and a couple of others.
The original plan was to visit a friend in Phoenix and return home across the SW US. Instead we opted to return via the many curves of Mexico and cooler temps.
We stayed at a mixture of hotels and Airbnb's. If you haven't used Airbnb in a while, give it another look. Pricing is now upfront with only taxes added later. No more cheap rooms that double in price upon checkout. We stayed at some amazing places for cheap. We also stayed at a motel missing a pane of glass in the window, rented completely by pantomime. For 600 pesos.
We crossed the border at Presidio, coming and going. Couldn't have been easier, especially returning.
Questions? I'll try to answer.
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Yup. Mexico steals another gringo’s heart. 