Posada Tierra Blanca Chihuahua

... la ciudad para que nos digan
donde coger un autobús y a quč hora, y pasamos más
de una hora ahá, charlando con el responsable y tres amigos que
le están haciendo compańáa. Hacemos una visita al
pueblo de San Carlos, donde vemos de cerca por primera vez el tápico
paisaje mexicano, de tierra seca y lleno de cactus, pero tambičn
un puerto natural precioso donde vuelven pescadores con los barcos ...

As the sun rose over the industri*l port of Topolob*mpo the night ferry *.k.*. our purg*tory, docked. An exh*usted Kez *nd Jez loped off the b*ck of it, h*stily picked up their lugg*ge *nd like l*mbs to the sl*ughter w*lked str*ight tow*rd * group of t*xis, looking for swift tr*nsport*tion the 3 miles to the Los Mochis tr*in st*tion.

We were too ment*lly we*kened *nd in too much of * hurry by ...

Tried the Internet cafes but both closed early am, no google so its the old fashioned ask someone!
Passed a bike - quad repair shop of sorts on my way out of town, as always friendly and helpful, they put me onto a Kawasaki shop 3 blocks away. Not dry but lube.
Back on my way on the Mex 15, more bandits in toll booths, I've got to get better maps to avoid them!
Stopped for lunch of burritos and coca cola around Havojoa.
This ...

... nine years of his life. The building has a beautiful courtyard (complete with bronze statue of Zorro), statues and stunning mosaic tiles scattered among picturesque alcoves and multilevel terraces. Memorable. We had a great buffet lunch of Mexican food....grilled marinated skirt steak sliced into ribbons....guacamole....cheese quesadilla....tortillas and salad. And potent margaritas (ask Deb)! Now this was great Mexican food! Lunch was followed with a folk dance perfomance by ...

... It all ended up working out just fine though. Cost me a little extra money, but that's okay. I actually really ended up liking the town I got dropped in and survived just fine, despite the time of night and my Swahili-Spanish. I will say though, that's it's a very interesting experience to go to bed with no idea where the hell you are. (For the record, Google says it was Cuauhtemoc.) Now though, I am in Chihuahua. The bus ride was gorgeus ...

... as James Herberts' book. Arrived in La Paz at 7pm and immediately liked the place; very relaxed, bars and restaurants facing the sea, long walking prominade...but blimey it was scochio! Bid a sad farewell to Doug and Amber as they were heading further south on the bus. Great when you meet cool people that you get on with on the road. After an hour of looking for my budget motel finally found it. Great place called the Hosteria del Convento and at $17 (Ł9) a ...

... swear I feel a few large bumps against my legs, but without my glasses, which are on the boat, I am nearly blind. Could it have been a dolphin or two? The "order" comes to return to the boat. A few of us are slagging as much as possible. Getting up is much harder then getting down. The ladder isn't long enough, so you have to hoist yourself up at least three feet. Easy for those over five feet high. I'm pushing, but I make it. My back feels the effort unfortunatly. But ...

... speed past some of the herd near the road, and I think "which one will be the next target". Chihuahua is coming slowly into view. And finally we are stopping at the Government Palace for a tour. The colorful murals of Aaron Pińa Mora in the courtyard of the building tell of Chihuahuas history. On the first floor, some paintings are graphic. The violence pours out of the artworks. The second floor is more landscapes and lifestyles. Miguel Hidalgo ...

... out that Eduardo had some business to take care of in Cuauhtemoc, so his friend drove us both there. Carmen and I agreed that the best is always unexpected and that too much planning will inevitably fail. She proudly added that in Mexico all the planets are always aligned. So far, I couldn't have agreed more. But I think it also has a lot to do with traveling, expectations, and opening yourself up to people. In Cuauhtemoc I saw a few "menonitas" on the street, who are an amish ...

... travelled route, and there are dozens of bus companies sending dozens of buses daily. The one we were on was second class, which means it stopped by every lump of **** along the way, and since many people were only going short distances, they weren't even attempting sleep. Music was blaring (it all sounds the friggn same this mexican music - doesn't anyone notice? It's almost like country music. At least I don't understand it), people were chatting and ...