It was a short day from Pátzcuaro, which was good because during the night Pedro had managed to brick his iPhone trying to update it. That lead to him losing all his music and, without a PC to reformat it, his ability to use the thing. Although it meant we couldn’t go to the island in Lake Pátzcuaro and I couldn’t work on the blog, I had the morning and got his phone working again. We had a good sized breakfast, and then just before we were about to leave América, Tzitziki’s mum, decided that we needed more to get us going. Pedro, always being hungry, accepted even though his stomach was still trying to get through breakfast.
When we were leaving, América made sure we knew that she was our mum from Michoacán and that we would always be welcome there. It was so easy to know that she was speaking from her heart and was just a wonderful example of the kindness and openness of the people we have met. Tzitziki showed us where the dock to the island was, but even with a short day ahead of us we didn’t have enough time to really enjoy it so after a couple of pictures we were on our way.
Between Pátzcuaro and Uruapan is the ruins of Tingambato which was the reason we took the longer, and hillier, free road instead of the autopista. I’d been a bit disappointed the day before with Tzintzuntzan, but for some reason we both really liked Tingambato. We made a little video with Pedro that explains the place, and gives you a quick view. One thing we were told that was initially surprising, was that the ruins are thought to spread out for a long way, but they can’t excavate them. The avocado trees in the area are far too valuable to be removed for something as mundane as 1500 year old ruins. The other concern was that the name meant “where the fire ends”, and therefore for us, where the fire begins, which made sense as Uruapan was down at 1,600m of elevation as opposed to 2,000-2,500m like the roads we had been riding just before.
Last meal before leaving
Pedro talking about Tingambato