Durango to Zacatecas

Dec. 27 – Dec. 31, 2015

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Given the towns I was used to riding through, Durango felt enormous. It was by far the largest city I’d ridden through.

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The main park was all decorated and lit up for Christmas.

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I had put a good effort into getting rid of things I didn’t need in order to lighten my load while in Durango, but my first day out I was given a massive bag of fruits and a bag of 10+ tamales. At least there weren’t many hills. 

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A random 1.5 km of cobblestone outside of San Jose de Mesillas heading into the mountains.

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I was very tempted to climb this little bump.

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I’d still prefer a washboard road to traffic.

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The wind was so strong I was about to give up trying to set up my tent and just sleep on the ground. Immediately after I finally got it set up the wind stopped. I also thought I was in a relatively secluded spot until some people showed up to play with their guns. From my tent, at least, that’s all I hoped they were doing.

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Plenty of friendly towns were passed through, often involving an invitation to a meal. It wasn’t uncommon to have multiple breakfasts or lunches in different towns. A great way to practice speaking Spanish.

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About time. I spent a lot more time on pavement than I had expected in between Durango and Zacatecas.

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But while there was less dirt riding than I had expected, the roads that were dirt were up there with the best…

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There were very historical and impressive looking churches in the centre of just about every town, no matter how small.

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First rate accommodations, of course. I accept nothing but the best.

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Zacatecas was probably the first and last city I’ll ever actually like.

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Outside the Museo Rafael Coronel, built inside the former convent of San Francisco.

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I spent a few days wandering around and exploring the callejones (narrow streets, or alleyways) of Zacatecas.