We were up just after 7, but didn’t leave the room until well past 8 as it took over half an hour for us to unlock the door. In the end, Mike banged on the door loudly enough that the owner came over and spent 10 minutes trying to open it. Breakfast was at the birreria across the street where we met some lovely people, including a guy called Alán who lives in Culiacán and gave us his phone number to contact him when we got into town.
The highlight of the ride was stopping in a small town
Pedro had barely slept in Guasave, was exhausted after the escapades of the previous day, and so decided to sleep in. Miguel rode out first and I went to a supermarket to get some snacks for the day. I am sure I?ll be going to their bakeries in the future because I was amazed by the deliciousness and cheapness. They had slices of cake and other wonderful things for only 4 pesos, which is about 30 cents. I got a couple and have decided they make the perfect breakfast, and quite possibly lunch
After the conversation back in Topolobampo about waking up late, I was happy that we?d packed the night before and were on the road before 7. Our riding style means that we head out together, but ride at different speeds. Generally I?m ahead and so when I see a Pemex (government owned petrol station), or an Oxxo (Mexican 7-11), I pull over and wait for Miguel and Pedro to catch up. It means we all get to ride as fast or slow as we want, without having to be concerned about inconveniencing
Mexico 15 goes from the US border all the way down to Mexico City and so is a heavily travelled road. When we got on in the morning, there were a lot of trucks flying along, and it was easily the busiest road I’d been on since the US. Having said that, it had a large shoulder, with less debris, than similar shoulders would have had in the US. I was grateful when the road quietened down an hour or so later.
The road went through a few small settlements and, being a Saturday morning, kids were
Before meeting Pedro, Miguel and I had figured that we?d ride from Topolobampo down to Guasave on our first day on the mainland, but Pedro?s knee was feeling sore and so he wasn?t thrilled with the idea. He preferred going 25 km down the road to Los Mochis and calling it a day there. Being only a short day, there was none of the usual sense of purpose, and so we didn?t head out for a relaxed breakfast until past 10:30. It was almost noon by the time we checked out and tried