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I'm not usually one for going back. With few exceptions, I tend to cut ties once I leave a city. Not sure exactly why but it seems to happen and I have very few lasting friendships from these extended excursions into strange lands and none from the city of my birth where I spent the first 30 years of my life, Montreal.
So here I am, going back after 16 years to San Luis Potosi. I was a little nervous because I ...
... fantastic people but none more so than her best friend who became my best friend in Mexico, Carlos. I had many, many great adventures with Carlos, Angie and their friends and that time in Mexico will always have a special place in my heart. As if that wasn't enough, Carlos' family took me into their home as if I was one of their own. His parents, Carlos Sr. and Blanca, and his sister Lily were always so kind and ...
... should I be worried? I twice happened upon others, once a few people in a truck going the other way, once a group of indigenous people walking along the road. I asked both if the road to Batopilas was really closed, both times they looked at me, looked at my motorcycle and proclaimed their confidence that I could get through. Cool! I guess there was just some sort of construction or road damage but not enough to keep a dual sport motorcycle with a determined/crazy rider away. Onwards ...
... service is good and supplies are plentiful. Actually, they are franchises so they compete against each other along the road. Any place with a little innovation draws more business. One stop had a restaurant serving goat meat.
As one drives along, one has to decide if a road sign means what it says, or not. Coming from the North, I started off obeying them. But gradually the fear of exceeding the 80 kph speed limit wore off, as I was the ...
... mom picked me up around noon, and we went to their house for lunch. In the afternoon Eli took me to the local "Ghost Town". Cerro de San Pedro was a flourishing mining town hundreds of years ago, but became a ghost town when the mining collapsed, partly due to the lack of water resources. About 4 years ago a Canadian mining company began operations in the adjacent hills and mountainside, much to the chagrin of the few locals who still lived in the area. The incredible scarring of ...
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