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.
The main park was all decorated and lit up for Christmas.
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.
A random 1.5 km of cobblestone outside of San Jose de Mesillas heading into the mountains.
I was very tempted to climb this little bump.
I’d still prefer a washboard road to traffic.
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.
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.
About time. I spent a lot more time on pavement than I had expected in between Durango and Zacatecas.
But while there was less dirt riding than I had expected, the roads that were dirt were up there with the best…
There were very historical and impressive looking churches in the centre of just about every town, no matter how small.
First rate accommodations, of course. I accept nothing but the best.
Zacatecas was probably the first and last city I’ll ever actually like.
Outside the Museo Rafael Coronel, built inside the former convent of San Francisco.
I spent a few days wandering around and exploring the callejones (narrow streets, or alleyways) of Zacatecas.