Still in Hermosillo, staying at a hotel called Hotel Aladino’s. Its pretty good. Im watching lots of movies and trying to drink lots of water and eat fruits. The first couple of days i was drinking beer which really helped mentally but now im laying off that as the pain has already begun to subside. Today is my first day not taking pain killers yet and its 1 pm. Im already walking better and the throbbing is lessening. Hopefully i can take a bus to Tucson on Wednesday or so. Im gonna buy a new laptop and ship it to my aunt and uncle’s house and start working on the 17th. Looking forward to working and earning some fresh coins!
Down!!! Wrecked my bike in the middle of narco trafficking remote territory of Sonora. 3 miners pick me up, start pouring beer down my gullet. One guy hops on my bike and we are off. We stop in the next town and get my wound cleaned and stitched up. $7.50. The guys take me 200 miles to Hermosillo, the one guy riding my bike in the frosty cold night air. More beer medicine and multiple pee stops, and loud “musica Norteña”. Much chatting and laughter. We eat the best carne asada tacos I have ever had in my life, then we spend an hour shopping around Hermosillo for a good hotel at a decent price. They make sure I am all squared away before leaving me and not accepting any money from me. They picked me up at 5pm and left me at 1am.
Next day: i wake up and go to the lobby and ask if they know of any decent hospitals. A taxi guy named Cornelius takes me around town, shopping for the right hospital with good service and good prices. He helps me in and out of the taxi cab, opens doors for me, pushes me around on a wheelchair, waits with me in the waiting rooms. I get two x-rays, a cast, and medicines for about $250. Then after he drops me off at the hotel and makes sure im all safe and secure, only charges me $20 dollars for 6 hours of chauffeuring. I have spent around $300 for my medical treatments and there is no price for the generosity and big hearts of these Mexicans who spring forward to help me.
The ride from Parral to Guachochi was really nice. It passes through beautiful canyons. I drank a beer every 50 kilometers to keep my spirit alive, because now I am getting really tired of traveling. One beer per 50 kilometers is about one an hour, so don’t worry. I am being a good boy!
Tomorrow I’m going to Creel. Then on towards Hermosillo. Then aiming for Nogales and Tucson to visit Uncle Joe!
My friend told me the road i was planning to take has a few bridges that are washed out. Im gonna take a way easier route but should be just as beautiful. Anyway Im really not in the mood to traverse 100 miles of dirt switchbacks right now. Just kinda wanna get the !?&$@!! out of Mexico and get home.
Planned routes for the next few days.
After Valle de Bravo i rode to Leon and got a new chain. The original chain had 20,000 miles on it and was stretching at a rapid pace so it needed to be changed asap before it snapped. Onwards i rode all the way to Torreon which took all day and into the night. I never ride at night here in Mexico as there are wild asses and cattle everywhere but I had to, as the towns up north are few and far between. I took toll roads the whole way which are much safer as they have good fences on either side to keep the animals off the road. Showed up to Torreon and found a nice hostel called Laguna Linda. The guy who owns it is from Cancun but moved here several years ago because he got involved in theatre and the arts here. The city is very Americanized and not that attractive, and there are fatsos everywhere. McDonalds and other fast food joints abound! We walked around the next morning, there was a marathon going on and lots of cyclists. It was pretty cool.
At noon I took off and rode north through vast open spaces of ranch land. Now im in Parral, and tomorrow im gonna head into the Barranca de Cobre or the Copper Canyon.
From a friend i heard there is a lot of narco activity in that region but apparently they leave tourists alone. Lets hope the trend continues for a few more days. Im headed to Batopilas and then on to El Fuerte.
If I get kidnapped or killed look for me from between Guachochi and Batopilas, or between Batopilas and El Fuerte.
Rode from Teotihuacan to DF to pick up a rear tire. That was a quick pass through, it will take another trip to spend enough time in DF to get to know it. I kept going to Valle de Bravo and had another flight. It was 1.25 hours long and I landed in a field. I gotta say Jeff Hunt who runs Fly Texas / Fly Mexico is an awesome guy. My backpack got stolen from his truck a month ago and he felt so bad about it that he gave me 2 days of flying for free.
I met my witch friend again and we had a great time. She had some plant medicine which I took and it was an eye opener to say the least. I met Kali or someone very much like her.