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I'm almost leaving to were my raza is. I am so exited to go and see my raza and spend a whole lot of time with them. I haven't seen them in like a year and I finally get to go back and live, la vida mexicana. I love my familia, and love my abuelas frijoles too. I'm sooo!!! exited and can't wait to see my tias, tios, abuela, abuelo, primas, primos, ...
... danger. There can be heaps of reasons for this. Unlike the telephone, long distance HF-radio links only work when ionospheric conditions are favorable. Sometimes other higher priority jobs (e.g. sail changing, or getting some sleep) mean that radio schedules are missed. A smashed keyboard or dash of salt water can put computers out ...
... so we would finish in the light. This meant we'd try to maintain a
pace of 4 miles per hour.
Section 1 – Urique to Guadalupe
Coronado to Naranjo to Urique – 22miles
The Raramuri men and elite gringos set off like they we're running 100 track metres rather than
50 rough trail miles and we were soon just alongside the girls and other westerners, quite a few of whom were attempting their first ...
What a wonderful Christmas Day! We started out at Anna Bananas for live music and brunch. Brunch was HUGE - fresh fruit, waffles, sausage, ham, Mexican eggs, hash browns and a roll. Ohy was I full!
And you can't beat the music here. It started with Bill playing classical guitar, followed by Zoe and Al, followed by Willie and Billy. Then they all played again. Four wonderful hours of great music and friends floating in and out of Anna's.
After that, we went to Punta de ...
The train ride through the Copper Canyons (bigger & deeper than Grand Canyon) is slow but very scenic. Especially at the Divisadero stop where you get a totally incredible view of this wonder of nature - breathtaking. Stopping at the little town of Creel in order to do some exploring through the canyons the next day, I went for a beer with a Swiss guy, Thomas, at the only open bar in town. An English girl whom I'd met early was there and was determined to educate me ...