The Sky is Falling...

Trip Start Mar 11, 2011
Trip End Ongoing

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Flag of Mexico  , Northern Mexico,
Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The Sky is falling... and it's made of styrofoam?

Turns out it was a weird kinda snowflake they get here in the mountains. We are sooo not prepared for this weather, having left our ski clothes back in Auckland, New Zealand with the Suberts. Another reason to leave town asap is that there's really not much happening here. No Christmas feel at all! So why are we here again?

We had boarded the Chepe train at El Fuerte - gateway to the Copper Canyon. It's 4 x the size of the Grand Canyon and probably 4000 times less well known. The journey was breathtaking - tunnel after tunnel winding through the mountains and ravines, over bridges and stopping for 15 minutes at El Divisadero where three canyons meet. 6 hours later we arrived in Creel, the tourist heart of the Copper Canyon.

After some hostel tout drama we ended up at the same hotel as the Saffas. It was pure coincidence (or serendipity?) especially since their email suggesting this hotel went straight to our spam box! It was fun spending some quality time getting to know Jonathan and Annie better. They let us pick their brains some more for Latin American travel tips and suggested the most divine caldo de res (beef soup) at a tiny restaurant on the other side of the tracks in Creel.
Before we made a frozen beeline out of Creel we squeezed in a half-day trip to see some of the sights - homes of Tarahumara people carved into rocks, San Ignacio mission, a short-shivering hike to the Cusarare cascada (waterfall), some lake, "the valleys of mushrooms and frogs" (rocks that vaguely resemble those creatures), etc, etc.

To be totally honest it was so freaking cold with intermittent snow flurries that everyone just dashed out to snap a few pics, then dashed straight back into the bus! I hate to admit it but at times we even indulged in a teensy bit of drive-by shooting! *blush*. I really don't understand how those travelling cyclists handle it? There seem to be so many of them out there, many having started in Alaska. Hardcore, man! 

The Sky is falling... and it's made of styrofoam? Armageddon outta here! 
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