For once, Peter was up and ready to leave before me. His unease with Dimas had been greater than mine, and had barely been able to sleep. He also had the advantage of not twanging himself in his eye while taking down his tent. As soon as we were packed, we rode out. I barely had any water, and we were hungry, but decided we’d rather find those things elsewhere.
Thankfully, barely 1 km out of town, there was a little ranchito. There was a wood-fire blazing away and a woman walking round, so we headed in. It proved to be a great decision as we had the best huevos con jamón (eggs and ham) either of us had had on the trip. It was probably helped by the little chickens, which were running around our feet, having done their part in feeding us earlier that morning.
The ride to Mazatlan was similar to the day before as we continued to head along the toll road. It was a bit more rolling than the day before, but nothing too bad. Having the km markers counting down to 0 and Mazatlan helped me fly along. It proved a good thing that we’d stopped at that ranchito, as there was barely anything else all the way to the toll booth. We stopped and were swarmed by honey salesmen. They were certain that we needed to be a 1kg jar of honey even though we were on our bikes. It wasn’t until I mentioned that we’d be heading up into the mountains on the way to Durango that they seemed to accept I didn’t need the extra weight.
At the terminus of the toll road, I was ahead of Peter, but kept going straight. I’d mentioned a few days earlier that if in doubt, I’m straight ahead. I wait at any junction I have to turn at for people I’m riding with to catch me, but otherwise I’ll be going straight to that point. Our wires must have got crossed, as waiting at a Pemex, where we had to turn right, I got an e-mail from Mike. Peter had called him to let him know he’d lost me. I told Mike where I was and he did a great job of relaying the message and shortly after Peter caught up.
We continued on, and after a bit of help from a family in a hardware store, found our way to Norman’s place. It was my first Warmshowers host since Ensenada, and Peter’s first ever. We were also Norman’s first warmshowers guests, although he had hosted previously on Couchsurfing. After we cleaned up, and were given directions, we headed out on a bus. Norman had an Italian class to go to, and Peter wanted to go to Telcel to work out an issue with his iPhone. Then it was meeting up with Norman again and off sightseeing for a lovely evening.
Looking over Mazatlan