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Mexico/Los Mochis Active vacation 2005
10-27 Las Glorias to Gusave
The bike shop was a hole in the wall place with few tools: no stand, no wheel truing set up…but nice guys who know how to oil and turn a spoke wrench. They oiled, we gesticulated, we all smiled, we left. Only to be stopped by the press, photographers, to interview us for the paper!! The price of fame is that we didn’t get on the road until after 1pm.
Judee started to feel sick soon after we got going: very hot isn’t it? We were going to start looking for a likely place to stay around 4 pm but only made it 26 miles to a little after 3pm when Judee really started to feel sick. We have stopped at our first Pemex station and are camped out behind the showers in a nice grassy and shady place. Tent is up and Judee has showered and crashed.
I (Art) am liking Mexico more all the time. The people are what make it special. Everyone has been positive regarding our trip and helpful when you least expect it. Tonight will be a test for crashing at the Pemex. They were ok about our camping, showers are usable and I’ll eat at the restaurant in front. Judee will sleep.
A night at the Pemex.
Dinner was 3 tacos with Carne Asada (roast beef), Corona beer and peanuts. Good Tacos when they were served I wondered if I could eat all three…well, yes I can and they were delicious. I watched a young man chop up the meat and cook up the corn tortillas – 2 per taco and served with a relish, hot salsa, guacamole sauce!
After dinner I went back to the bike and got my book to read since it was only 7:30 and I wasn’t tired. The action all around the station was alive: trucks, cars, semi’s (lots of them) moving through getting gas, oil, checking the rigs; men running around the huge dirt and gravel parking lot with buckets of water offering to clean headlights, windshields, mirrors, or running lights, working women servicing the truck trade, some older and plump, some young wearing pink torredor pants, pink cut offs, t-shirts with bare mid-drifts and peroxided hair up in pony tails with lots of jewelry. The girls walk out to the middle of the divided 4-lanes so they can work both sides. There is a toll station here with a Pemex on either side. We chose the closer one and didn’t even know there was one only about a block further south. I shut my book about 10pm and joined Judee in the tent. The noise in the parking lot continued all night with trucks dieseling while their drivers slept. For me it just became white noise and I slept rather well.
10-28
Judee woke up early, her temperature had broken so she is feeling much better and wanted to continue on our journey to the next Pemex. We had a good breakfast of eggs and ham with tortillas and coffee – Nescafe, but it hits the spot. We got on the road by a little after 9 am and rode until about 11 when we stopped at a Pemex for lunch – the restaurant was serving Tacos made from steer head pieces: lips, tongue, eyes, etc – WOW a turn-on for me!! Instead I had a coke, cookies and peanuts. Judee had a Gatorade and ice cream.
11:45 and off the next Pemex for the nights stop. We arrived around 1:30 to no restaruant, no showers, no grass and little shade. Judee could go no further…so we cooked up Romin noodles for lunch and drinks. Judee slept in a small shaded area for 2 hours. The staff let us use the employee shower and we made dinner from boxed chili we had been carrying for the past two weeks. The chili was quite tasty and the view of the setting sun behind the mountains while we ate a desert of cookies was spectacular! What a view from the back wall of the Pemex: fields rolling softly to the mountains and the cinder cones and volcanic leftovers all around us.
10-29
Judee is weak but we’ll ride into town on a back road one of the locals told us about. The two lane farm road wove through small villages with many mom & pop eateries, each offering only one plata. We stopped an enjoyed barilla – an excellent beef soup. The owner shared new bathrooms, clean, all new tile complete with TP and a hand washing area!! This was in a village with 3 store fronts, with chickens and dogs running wild.
As opposed to the toll road there was lots and lots of trash along the road in between the towns - one constant dump it seemed. Traffic increased and town (burbs) got closer together as the got nearer to Culican (a city of 1 million).
From field to city just like that: two lane to four divided with trees down the middle and lots and lots of traffic. We worked our way following the signs to Centro looking for a hotel. Then we got into Centro - one way streets, some one lane streets absolutely bumper to bumper – all taking with their horns. This was Saturday at noon. Found the hotel we were looking for but they could not accommodate the bike. Judee is running a high temp and I am tense from the city traffic. We head back to a place we past. It was expensive, but had RV spots. We took a spot in the back on the grass and went around the corner to Applebee’s for dinner! The menu and the food was just like home.
To combat the illness, the hotel called a cab and instructed them to take us to a farmacia with a doctor. When we arrived, we paid $15 ($1.50 US) and were given a number and sent next door to the doctor. We were the only ones there and were taken into the exam room by a very young female doctor who spoke no English. She used all the tools at here disposal: looking down Judee’s throat, listening with a stethascope, weighing her, but did not have a thermometor. After the $1.50’ worth of consulting, we were prescribed three medications, one being a dosage of Cipro, which we went back to the farmacia and was given off the shelf for about $20. We were worried that Judee may have had Malaria – but were assured by the doctor that was an infection – where in the body one can not say, but we have enough meds to completely knock out anything moving in there!!
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10- 23 Mexico/ from Creel to Los Mochis Active
The bike shop was a hole in the wall place with few tools: no stand, no wheel truing set up…but nice guys who know how to oil and turn a spoke wrench. They oiled, we gesticulated, we all smiled, we left. Only to be stopped by the press, photographers, to interview us for the paper!! The price of fame is that we didn’t get on the road until after 1pm.
Judee started to feel sick soon after we got going: very hot isn’t it? We were going to start looking for a likely place to stay around 4 pm but only made it 26 miles to a little after 3pm when Judee really started to feel sick. We have stopped at our first Pemex station and are camped out behind the showers in a nice grassy and shady place. Tent is up and Judee has showered and crashed.
I (Art) am liking Mexico more all the time. The people are what make it special. Everyone has been positive regarding our trip and helpful when you least expect it. Tonight will be a test for crashing at the Pemex. They were ok about our camping, showers are usable and I’ll eat at the restaurant in front. Judee will sleep.
A night at the Pemex.
Dinner was 3 tacos with Carne Asada (roast beef), Corona beer and peanuts. Good Tacos when they were served I wondered if I could eat all three…well, yes I can and they were delicious. I watched a young man chop up the meat and cook up the corn tortillas – 2 per taco and served with a relish, hot salsa, guacamole sauce!
After dinner I went back to the bike and got my book to read since it was only 7:30 and I wasn’t tired. The action all around the station was alive: trucks, cars, semi’s (lots of them) moving through getting gas, oil, checking the rigs; men running around the huge dirt and gravel parking lot with buckets of water offering to clean headlights, windshields, mirrors, or running lights, working women servicing the truck trade, some older and plump, some young wearing pink torredor pants, pink cut offs, t-shirts with bare mid-drifts and peroxided hair up in pony tails with lots of jewelry. The girls walk out to the middle of the divided 4-lanes so they can work both sides. There is a toll station here with a Pemex on either side. We chose the closer one and didn’t even know there was one only about a block further south. I shut my book about 10pm and joined Judee in the tent. The noise in the parking lot continued all night with trucks dieseling while their drivers slept. For me it just became white noise and I slept rather well.
10-28
Judee woke up early, her temperature had broken so she is feeling much better and wanted to continue on our journey to the next Pemex. We had a good breakfast of eggs and ham with tortillas and coffee – Nescafe, but it hits the spot. We got on the road by a little after 9 am and rode until about 11 when we stopped at a Pemex for lunch – the restaurant was serving Tacos made from steer head pieces: lips, tongue, eyes, etc – WOW a turn-on for me!! Instead I had a coke, cookies and peanuts. Judee had a Gatorade and ice cream.
11:45 and off the next Pemex for the nights stop. We arrived around 1:30 to no restaruant, no showers, no grass and little shade. Judee could go no further…so we cooked up Romin noodles for lunch and drinks. Judee slept in a small shaded area for 2 hours. The staff let us use the employee shower and we made dinner from boxed chili we had been carrying for the past two weeks. The chili was quite tasty and the view of the setting sun behind the mountains while we ate a desert of cookies was spectacular! What a view from the back wall of the Pemex: fields rolling softly to the mountains and the cinder cones and volcanic leftovers all around us.
10-29
Judee is weak but we’ll ride into town on a back road one of the locals told us about. The two lane farm road wove through small villages with many mom & pop eateries, each offering only one plata. We stopped an enjoyed barilla – an excellent beef soup. The owner shared new bathrooms, clean, all new tile complete with TP and a hand washing area!! This was in a village with 3 store fronts, with chickens and dogs running wild.
As opposed to the toll road there was lots and lots of trash along the road in between the towns - one constant dump it seemed. Traffic increased and town (burbs) got closer together as the got nearer to Culican (a city of 1 million).
From field to city just like that: two lane to four divided with trees down the middle and lots and lots of traffic. We worked our way following the signs to Centro looking for a hotel. Then we got into Centro - one way streets, some one lane streets absolutely bumper to bumper – all taking with their horns. This was Saturday at noon. Found the hotel we were looking for but they could not accommodate the bike. Judee is running a high temp and I am tense from the city traffic. We head back to a place we past. It was expensive, but had RV spots. We took a spot in the back on the grass and went around the corner to Applebee’s for dinner! The menu and the food was just like home.
To combat the illness, the hotel called a cab and instructed them to take us to a farmacia with a doctor. When we arrived, we paid $15 ($1.50 US) and were given a number and sent next door to the doctor. We were the only ones there and were taken into the exam room by a very young female doctor who spoke no English. She used all the tools at here disposal: looking down Judee’s throat, listening with a stethascope, weighing her, but did not have a thermometor. After the $1.50’ worth of consulting, we were prescribed three medications, one being a dosage of Cipro, which we went back to the farmacia and was given off the shelf for about $20. We were worried that Judee may have had Malaria – but were assured by the doctor that was an infection – where in the body one can not say, but we have enough meds to completely knock out anything moving in there!!
