Frida and Jorge Luis had been wonderful hosts. Jorge Luis is a vet and so we got to visit a hacienda that belongs to one of his clients. It also means he is very busy, but he did his best to make time to spend with us. Frida’s work load is a little lighter, and so she helped us get the best out of our time, including a rejuvenating visit to a Temazcal, a kind of indigenous Mexican sauna.
As I’d been busy during my time in Durango, I didn’t post the previous blog post until 5 minutes before we left on the way to Zacatecas. Frida was very patient as she waited for me to finish, before heading out to work. I really need to work on that, it also means that I’d remember details better if I didn’t write 5 days after the event.
Heading out from Durango my main thought was that we had to get to the town of Nombre de Dios before 13:45, in time for England v Sweden. Making our way out of Durango was effortless, and we were soon on MEX-45, the road that would take us all the way to Zacatecas, and then on towards Mexico City.
Our original idea had been to go and hang out in San Miguel de Allende for a while, but that was reliant on us finding a place to housesit for a few weeks to help with the costs. As we didn’t start looking until we got to Durango, it was a little late notice and our idea now, is to go and study Spanish at UNAM DF (a national university in DF aka Mexico City) which is a 6 week course starting on the 2nd of July. That is assuming that they have places available, and I’ve yet to get an e-mail back from them so will have to call and find out.
One thing I noticed on the way south from Durango was that there seemed to be a couple of small universities placed on the main road, but 15-20km out of town, which just seemed awkward positioning. They didn’t seem to be agricultural universities and so I couldn’t work out why they’d be so far away from the population centre of Durango.
We got into Nombre de Dios about 30 minutes before kick-off and, after a bit of looking around, settled on a hairdresser’s. They had a small TV and thankfully the matches are on free-to-air TV which is all they had. One of the ladies had spent a lot of time in the US and so spoke perfect English. I was too busy watching England be England to get to talk to her much, but Pedro spoke while working his way through the Sherlock Holmes collection that he’s reading, and that I read at about the same stage on my bike trip!
Despite their best efforts, England managed to win 3-2 and so I left with a smile on my face as we continued on. We made it to the town of Vicente Guerrero a while before dark, and with rain clouds overhead decided to push on to see what we could find. When we passed the quarantine checkpoint, the workers started a conversation with us and were a pleasure to talk to. We mentioned that we were looking for a place to camp, and they pointed at a spare room that they had that we were welcome to use. The room had a toilet attached and we were even allowed to use the showers too. Great fortune!
Where we camped