38. MEXICO – La Malinche volcano and Tlaxcala, Tlaxcala

It didn’t take long to get to La Malinche National Park (near Huamantla) from Parque Nacional del Chico. It has a huge campground with pretty good facilities. The campground is right at the foot of La Malinche volcano but still at a good 3000m altitude so the temperature was great for us.
First night we decided to BBQ chicken and veg and sit outside. By then it was raining, cold and wet but that is the good British BBQ so it suited us just fine.

Campsite at La Malinche volcano  September 2013

Campsite at La Malinche volcano
September 2013

Then that night we both got a pretty awful food poisoning. The following two days were wiped out as we were only sleeping and doing things that I wouldn’t detail here.
Anyhow on the third day we both felt strong enough to go and check out Tlaxcala the capital city of this state that has the same name. Tlaxcala is very cute. Small enough to park at the outskirt and walk in to the centre within 10 minutes. It is a bullfighter town and has a few beef restaurants -if you know what I mean…, a couple of charming little squares and a manicured-treed promenade with fountains, endless churches and the usual nice little cafes, shops, bakeries and all. It had a very nice atmosphere especially as we were approaching one of Mexico’s biggest celebration (16th September) Independence Day so the whole town was dressed up in green-white-red banners, flags and lights. It looked pretty nice. We stayed for dinner in town then headed back to the campground.

Tlixcala September 2013

Tlixcala
September 2013

Tlixcala September 2013

Tlixcala
September 2013

Tlixcala September 2013

Tlixcala
September 2013

Tlixcala September 2013

Tlixcala
September 2013

Tlixcala September 2013

Tlixcala
September 2013

Tlixcala September 2013

Tlixcala
September 2013

We spent the following couple of days to make a video message for my baby brother and his soon-to-be-wife for their wedding day. It turned out to be very silly as I am a pretty poor public-speaker so I kept the talking part short and, as we dedicated the climbing the volcano for them -which gave me boost, it was full of action. Anyway it was fun making it and finally we made it to the top.

La Malinche volcano  September 2013

La Malinche volcano
September 2013

La Malinche volcano  September 2013

La Malinche volcano
September 2013

La Malinche volcano  September 2013

La Malinche volcano
September 2013

Up there my migraine got me so I had to lower down while John climbed up to the side of the crater. I was sitting under a tree for over an hour waiting for him and suddenly I found myself in a dark, thick cloud with rain. I did our signature whistle to signal John but no answer. I decided to walk down back to the camp. There’s only one way so no problem. Besides I was freezing cold, I also though somehow John and I got missed each other so he might be at home already. When I got back there was no sign of Johnny. First I thought, oh well, he should be here soon. But after an hour I begun to worry. He finally got back home pretty upset. He was trying to find me back there. He climbed up and down the summit three times worrying that I got lost, fallen or something. He was coming back down to see if I’m back or call for help. It was one of those misunderstandings when everyone is right and no one is wrong, yet causes a great deal of trouble so we ended up arguing for a hour! Goodness. Now we have a new signature whistle and an emergency plan. All covered.

The video message was edited in a day and sent to my secret person who screened it at the right time. It was a success all around and everyone was crying 🙂
This place was a great place to get ill for a few days, to hike, to chill, to make the silly film and generally to stay a few days to enjoy the fresh air and the forest. After staying here for about 5 days we moved on to Cholula the sister town of Puebla.
Next, Cholula…

37. MEXICO – Parque Nacional Mineral del Chico, Hidalgo

After a twisty, long and hot(!) day drive we arrived to a small national park, Mineral del Chico. It is at nearly 3000m altitude so the temperature was balmy. It has (unusually) many campgrounds but none of them was open so we tucked ourselves away in the woods where we saw signs of bush camping (fire pits etc) There was no one to ask for permission from but we felt safe and fine. We stayed here for a couple of nights. It was peaceful, cool, no bugs and fresh air.

Campsite in the park Parque Nacional del Chico August 2013

Campsite in the park
Parque Nacional del Chico
August 2013

We wanted to visit a little town right in the middle of the park, called Mineral del Chico. It was 20 mins drive. Mineral del Chico used to be a Cornish mining town in the late 1800s. It is charming and has some great hiking trails, also still has some mines, and most importantly for Johnny’s biggest joy they make Cornish Pasty -as their national dish! It was brilliant though Johnny didn’t like it as much. But we found a cute little cafe with a delightful waiter where we had some real good coffee and a good time chat with Luis the waiter. We visited a mine with a guide then walked around the area. Johnny climbed into every single shift and had a great time.

Visiting a mine in Chico August 2013

Visiting a mine in Chico
August 2013

Visiting a mine in Chico August 2013

Visiting a mine in Chico
August 2013

For the next few nights we found another, really magical place to park up. And we returned to Chico the following day too. More hiking, more coffee, then beer and wine and more chat with Luis. It was really a nice day and evening.

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By this time it has been raining (very heavily) for 2 days but we enjoyed it. We stayed one more night in the magical forest then decided to move on. Parque Nacional Mineral del Chico was one of our favourite places.

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Next La Malinche volcano and Tlaxcala…

36. MÉXICO – Sierra Gorda and Xilitla, San Luis Potosi

Tuesday morning we left San Miguel de Allende, the second time. We were heading North-East to the Sierra Gorda. We heard it’s beautiful, also a biosphere reserve with eco-tourism etc.

We were taking the longer, more scenic route stopping for one night in San Joaquin in the mountains. Surprisingly it had a wonderful forest-y campground where we could park up for free for the night. Though the street leading up to the camp was very narrow and steep (so are the ones coming back down then out of town the following day) But San Joaquin itself looks pretty and very colourful.

San Joaquin August 2013

San Joaquin
August 2013

San Joaquin Campground August 2013

San Joaquin Campground
August 2013

Then the following day, after a whole day drive on a dirt road we found a spot in a beautiful valley where for our biggest surprise was a family-run campground.

on our way from San Joaquin August 2013

Stopping for lunch, on our way from San Joaquin
August 2013

Camp in the valley August 2013

Camp in the valley
August 2013

After spent a peaceful night at this campsite, we were only a few miles from the Sierra Gorda. We aimed to geth to the town called Jalpan to stop and hang out a day or two. We arrived there at about lunchtime but somehow none of us got the buzz so after having just a quick lunch there we jumped back into Burt and headed to Xilitla we heard so much about.

It wasn’t so much the town that interested us most, it was Las Pozas (The Pools) that got our attention when friends showed us pictures and recommended to visit this place.
Las Pozas is 3 km out of Xilitla in a jungle. It is an experiment of a wealthy English aristocrat, poet Edward James, and his love for art, design, architecture and nature, sprinkled wit his hyperactive imagination. From the mid ’40s for nearly 20 years he and 40 local workers created a monumental, surreal concrete madness in the jungle building bridges, spiral staircases, pavilions, massive concrete flowers and so on, integrating the jungle-given nature, waterfalls and its pools.

Las Posas Xilitla August 2013

Las Posas
Xilitla
August 2013

Las Posas Xilitla August 2013

Las Posas
Xilitla
August 2013

Las Posas Xilitla August 2013

Las Posas
Xilitla
August 2013

Las Posas Xilitla August 2013

Las Posas
Xilitla
August 2013

Las Posas Xilitla August 2013

Las Posas
Xilitla
August 2013

Las Posas Xilitla August 2013

Las Posas
Xilitla
August 2013

We arrived to Las Pozas in the afternoon at closing time but the guy at the entrance gave us permission to park up wherever we like (fit) and we can camp there for the night. It was humid and pretty warm but we loved our spot and the exotic sound of the jungle. We decided to walk to town that evening. It was a few km on a gravel/dirt road by the forest. The town had a lovely atmosphere. Small main square with a church, a bar, a bakery, cafe and a few shops. In the bar we met a few western locals and by their stories we had a good feel about this little town.

Camp at Las Posas Xilitla August 2013

Camp at Las Posas
Xilitla
August 2013

The following few 4-5 days we visited Las Pozas a few times, walked on its maze-like trails discovering more and more unfinished buildings, hung out by the waterfall in the pools and just chill and listen to the jungle. In the weekend and evenings we wandered in to town to check out the local market, watch locals dancing on the square (apparently they do this every Saturday at market time) and meeting our new local friend, Walter.

 

Xilitla August 2013

Xilitla
August 2013

Xilitla August 2013

Xilitla
August 2013

Xilitla August 2013

Xilitla
August 2013

Xilitla August 2013

Xilitla
August 2013

For the mornings, we discovered a sweet little cafe (at our side of town) that was run by a very nice lady (spoke excellent English too) making amazing breakfasts, yummy cheese cake, coffee, had wifi and a warm smile. And on our last day she let us fill up with water from her garden tap.

Walter, back in Xilitla, mentioned the Sotano de Golondrinas (The Cave of the Swallows) A cave that’s 33-50 m diameter and 333 m deep! Every day at sun rise thousands of birds (mainly swallows) fly out of it and at sunset return. I was very keen to see this. It was further north from us (generally the opposite direction where we want to head) but it wasn’t far. After a short couple of hours drive we arrived right where the entrance was. We asked the owner of the little cafe if we can park up for the night. It was OK. We planned to see the birds in the morning, but as we were there at sunset we decided to get our tickets now and walk down to the cave to see the returning birds too. I don’t know what made me more stunned, the size of this cave (it was bonkers!) or the hundreds of birds flying in to it. Literally I forgot to breath when I looked down to the cave. Couldn’t see the bottom of it. Apparently you can wholly fit the Chrysler Building in to it! The following morning we got up in the dark, walked down again and see them flying out. It was pretty spectacular.

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Sotano de Golondrinas
August 2013

That morning we didn’t have the problem leaving too late. By 8AM we were on the road heading south towards Pachuca.

Next Parque Nacional Mineral del Chico…

35. MÉXICO – return to San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato

We had a looong day drive to get back to San Miguel but got back OK with no problem. Being a day late, we turned up at Mats shop on Tuesday morning to start the body work on Burt. There was no problem with our delay. Mats introduced John to two of his fine mechanics and the two with John’s guidance begun the work. They predicted a the work to last for the week.

SM Allende July 2013

Hammarlund Racing
SM Allende
July 2013

Hammarlund Racing  SM Allende July 2013

Hammarlund Racing
SM Allende
July 2013

We had a place to stay right in the centre of town.
Chris and his kids, who we met last time we were here, offered us to stay at his rented house for a friendly price. He was here on holiday with his delightful kids. Lola 6 and Hugo 1. Unfortunately Chris’ wife could come for the whole length of the vacation due to work so it was just dad and the 2 herberts. They stayed in a great town-house in the centre of the city, walking distance to everything. We got the lovely ensuite bedroom for the week.

Johnny was working all week and I got to hang out with Chris, Lola and Hugo. It was good fun. Plus, Dan (from the Gathering) arrived one day so met him a few times. He found himself around town quite quickly and made mates in no time. In the meantime John and Mats bonded so we kept meeting up with Mats and Eva -his wife almost every evening. They were great fun. Showed us some cool places and invited us to their fantastic home once for dinner and to meet some of their friends. It was an exceptionally great night and a great week!

Last working day was Saturday when it seemed John and the boys fixed one of the biggest problems we had on Burt. Johnny had a day-off on Sunday when we had the last family-day with Chris and children. On Monday we tested Burt which seems fine and John was keen to move on the following day. We had our last night with Mats and Eva with simple Italian and the finest Tequila I’ve ever tasted. Another great night and sad 🙁 goodbyes.

Tuesday morning before we left, we pulled up at Mats shop to settle the bill and take a photo with all. They have been absolutely brilliant to us, we made friends again and hope to see Mats and Eva again…

Thank you Guys!

The team at Hammarlund Racing SM Allende August 2013

The team at Hammarlund Racing
SM Allende
August 2013

34. MEXICO – Zacatecas, Zacatecas

So it took us a couple of days to get where we came from a few weeks ago. All we knew was the name of this Gathering, Raices de la Tierra and the approximate location but we aimed to get there a day ahead, also to see if we can give them a hand to set up things. We actually found the place with no problem.

The Gathering was located on a small farm outside of a town in a quiet and peaceful environment. We arrived the afternoon before it officially started but people were arriving already. There was a small area for parking cars -everyone had tents, but it was fine for us to park up in the parking lot. The people were arriving to the event were from all over Mexico and seemed to know their way around and each other. Only a couple of guys we met spoke English so I had to sharpen my Spanish (all the 5 words). There was no sign of Paul and Ana. That afternoon nothing much happened and by that evening John and I felt a little “lost” partly because of the nature of the event, and partly because of the language. We took an early night and see what happens tomorrow…

The following morning was the Opening Day which started at 5.30 AM with drums to gather people to the tamascal (sweat lodges). We’re not really morning people so we gave that a miss. By the time we got up eventually, we noticed that our friends, Paul and Ana arrived sometime in the night. It was great to see them. In the next couple of days we met a Canadian, free-spirit guy, Dan in the crowd and with him we completed the 5 members non-Mexican club. They spoke better Spanish so John and I started understanding a little more about the ceremonies and the event. It was roasting hot and they said it hasn’t been raining in this area for months -which causing a lot of problems for the farmers. And we felt this dry heat, day and night.
There were about 7-8 tribes represented by their elders. They held their ceremonies and gave speech every morning and evening and some in-between. The tribes were from all around Mexico but there were Elders from North America and Colombia. John and I were most fascinated by the Elders of a tribe called the Huichol or (as they are actually called) Wixáritari . Their ceremony, music and songs were wonderfully weird and mesmerising. They “represented” the rain. As this Gathering was about healing Mother Earth and Humanity each Elders’ ceremony had its place and function (wind, sun, animals etc)

Each year, since this Gathering was happening, the Wixáritaris did their most powerful ceremony which involved animal sacrifice. This caused some controversy within the crowd so in the past couple of years they didn’t do it but this year they found a way around it. As the Elders felt it was very important to do their main ceremony in the traditional way they decided to do it away from the Gathering, in the mountains and it was optional for anyone who wanted to witness their ritual to come along.
Of course we did want to go along. Dan was happy to drive all five of us (Ana, Paul John and me) to the mountains where the ceremony was held. When everyone was there and took their places they begun their strange violin music and songs in their language. Other elders joined in too. Then a calf was lead into the middle of the circle. When I saw the calf first, I felt my heart stopped. Then it was out of my sight. The atmosphere was very strong. The elders did their job in such skilful way that we didn’t noticed when the sacrifice actually happened. By the music started again it was over and the animal was taken out of the circle almost un-noticeably. At the end of the ceremony everyone was welcome to approach the rock and put down their offerings (mostly chocolate and water). Just as the whole ceremony was approaching to the end, out of the blue a black, small cloud gathered right above us and it poured a thick rainfall on us for about 10 minutes. (for the first time in months) This could be one of those coincidences but being there, feeling the atmosphere it seemed something else to me…

The following day involved the spectacular Feather Dance and in the evening the Bear Dance, this was held by the members of the Bear tribe. Both were absolutely fantastic experiences.

Feather Dance Zacatecas August 2013

Feather Dance
Zacatecas
August 2013

Feather Dance Zacatecas August 2013

Feather Dance
Zacatecas
August 2013

Feather Dance Zacatecas August 2013

Feather Dance
Zacatecas
August 2013

Feather Dance Zacatecas August 2013

Feather Dance
Zacatecas
August 2013

Feather Dance Zacatecas August 2013

Feather Dance
Zacatecas
August 2013

Feather Dance Zacatecas August 2013

Feather Dance
Zacatecas
August 2013

 

The last day morning had the Closing ceremony. It was a particularly sizzling hot day with no air moving and very dry. Again, each Elders did their jobs which left me and John quite stunned.

It started with the Elder and his family who represented the Wind, singing and dancing around. Then a Sun Angel appeared around the sun on the perfectly clear blue sky. It was a sharp and beautiful rainbow, I’ve never seen before.

Then it was the Bear tribe’s turn. They had a magnificent hawk with them. During their ceremony 16 hawks appeared and circled above our heads then disappeared when they finished their dance.

The last ceremony was the Wixáritari‘s dance and music. As always, John and I were mesmerised. They were singing and dancing endlessly. In the distance we saw huge dark, thunder clouds gathering that reached us within half an hour and created an astonishing thunder. It was quite unbelievable.

The Closing ceremony lasted for hours and hours that we didn’t noticed. Most of the people have left by then and those few left were packing up. So the place had this ” ending” atmosphere. It was about 4PM and we started packing too. We needed to get back to San Miguel (around 500 km). We needed to start the work on Burt tomorrow morning. Although it was late and I felt it would be silly to leave now but John was keen to leave. So we were hesitating. Ana, Paul and Dan decided to stay for one more night. As we were trying to make our minds up I saw one of the Elders of the Wixáritari waving at me and John. They were packing as well.

Wixáritari Elder Zacatecas August 2013

Wixáritari Elder
Zacatecas
August 2013

I grabbed John’s hand and walked up to him. With my polished-up Spanish I begun to thank him for the ceremony, blah-blah…. “It’s OK” he said, ” I speak English” (!!!) We were stunned. We had a nice conversation and at the end we were invited to his house. Balam (the Elder -who is 28 years old!) offered us to park up at his house and stay for the night. “you can have a shower, dinner and we talk more” He said. It was an amazing offer. How many times One get invited to a Medicine man’s house…? At that point Ana, Paul and Dan gathered around us so they were welcome too.

Everyone packed up and within an hour we were all sitting in Balam’s living room. He has 4 children and a wife who’s expecting their 5th. The house was a mayhem with all the children running and shouting, wanting our attention meantime Balam was telling us stories. We learnt that Balam isn’t Wixáritari, he’s Spanish Mexican, yet he is the apprentice of Alfonso who is the Medicine man of the Wixáritari‘. Alfonso was there too. He speaks Wixárika and Spanish so I needed Ana to interpret between us. Alfonso was smiley and quiet and told us how much he admires Balam and that he is a great hunter and he will be a great Medicine man. He stayed at Balam’s house for the night before returning to his remote ranch in the mountains the following day. He invited all of us to his ranch and said we could stay there as long as we wanted. Another wonderful offer.

That night we ordered a couple of family size pizzas and listened to Balam who was telling us his story of becoming one of the Wixáritaris, about his family and the tribe’s history. It was around 2AM when we split up and everyone went to bed.
The following morning Johnny and I were hanging out for a few hours visiting the town, do some shopping then discussing what to do. Alfonso’s offer was, again, a rare opportunity for us to be somewhere special and remote (which we love) but we also felt the pressure of being in San Miguel where we made an appointment for Burt’s fixing with Mats. We postponed the work once already and we were supposed to be there this morning. We felt we need to fulfil our commitment so decided to leave at midday.

We said our goodbyes to Balam and his family and Alfonso. Ana and Paul decided to stay in the nearby mountains and Dan choose to come to San Miguel but check out Zacatecas city first. So we’ll be meeting him later. We are hoping to see Ana and Paul again somewhere sometime. They have been great fun and such wonderful guides for us at the Gathering.

So off we went. Next back to San Miguel de Allende…

33. MEXICO – San Miguel de Allende (Part 1)

San Miguel de Allende. Could be a hit and miss place. Some come here for a holiday and never leave, some thinks the place is far too westernized and expensive. (I have to mention it here, John didn’t really wanted to come here. He knew it wouldn’t do it for him, and he’s not much of a “town person”) But one for sure, Allende is a very attractive town with well preserved cobblestone streets, beautiful colonial buildings, churches, gardens, super cute boutiques, cafes, posh restaurants and very friendly expats.

SM Allende July 2013

SM Allende
July 2013

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SM Allende
July 2013

SM Allende July 2013

SM Allende
July 2013

SM Allende July 2013

SM Allende
July 2013

SM Allende July 2013

SM Allende
July 2013

For us it was a “hit” as soon as we arrived but not in the good way. On our arrival we managed to knock a crack on a wall opposite the super tight entrance of the RV park we meant to stay in. In Allende the streets are narrow and can be steep too and this street, in particular, was one of them. Luckily the wall wasn’t a structure wall (so there was no house collapsing or anything but it was enough to make my heart stop for a minute) The wall was an old, already falling down, part-of-a-fence, single brick wall but still, we damaged it. Straight away, we managed to get hold of the young couple who owns the property but live elsewhere (currently this one is empty as it’s falling apart) After 5 hours negotiation with them, an “architect” and a policeman we settled at an amount that was closer to fair than the amount they wanted from us in the first place (which would have been enough to build a smaller house in Mexico!) It was well after 9 PM when we finally agreed and made the necessary admin. We went to bed without dinner, feeling tired and quite deflated.

In the RV park we met two delightful couples. Both camped up here in their overland rolling homes. One couple was from Germany and arrived in SM Allende 4 years ago!! They loved it so much, they never left to continue their travel further. Now, they have their life here with friends and all. And another fun couple from Switzerland, Franzeska and Felix, who are on the road for 4 years, travelling from Argentina and heading to Alaska, Canada or wherever the wind blows them. They have been staying here for quite a few weeks too. This town and its conveniently placed RV park seemed like a good base for longer rest for busy travelers.

SM Allende campsite July 2013

SM Allende campsite
July 2013

With our new neighbors’ help, John and especially I quickly found our way around town. Which was lovely. Soon I was there at the handy-crafty-arty-pretty organic market every Saturday, strolled to the more authentic fruit and veg market on Tuesdays, having frappuccino at Starbucks in the mornings, stuff myself with delicious sugary cakes and generally living in LA LA LAND.

Craft market SM Allende July 2013

Craft market
SM Allende
July 2013

Ice cream SM Allende July 2013

Ice cream
SM Allende
July 2013

More market SM Allende July 2013

More market
SM Allende
July 2013

SM Allende July 2013

SM Allende
July 2013

Enjoying the market SM Allende July 2013

Enjoying music at the Saturday market
SM Allende
July 2013

Meanwhile John…. well, we needed a job done on Burt (that bothered Johnny for quite some time) and Joachim – our German neighbor recommended a few places to check. One of these places was Hammarlund Racing. A Swedish owned company that builds vintage race cars for very wealthy people all around the world. We thought “hm, yes let’s just try the average, non-millionaire workshops first” Even if this Swedish guy would talk to us, he’d be way too busy for our job or we couldn’t afford it. So John started visited the local guys. Day after day it was becoming clearer and clearer that neither these workshops were interested, capable or quite frankly, reliable.

Days, then a week, then two weeks went by in wonderful Allende. During these couple of weeks we got ourselves into some very odd state. While still looking for the workshop for Burt (or waiting for some Mexican mechanics’ appointment over and over again who never shows up), somehow we managed to go out every night and drink ourselves to the ground. We didn’t know how it happened, EVERY single night but it just did. Obviously feeling awful the following day and not just physically, we were wasting our budget (Allende ain’t cheap) and not progressing with Burt so because we felt down again, we couldn’t wait till beer o’clock to get to Hank’s by happy hour.

SM Allende July 2013

SM Allende
July 2013

Although there was a jolly good side of being a couple of old lushes in Allende. Within just a couple of days (ahem, nights) we made tons of friends. Soon we were group emailing about the next do, rushing to meet friends for coffees, lunches or further drinks or dinners. We were invited to guitar evenings, private dinner parties or a family day-out to the pools, or some days Burt was heaving of people coming over for dinners, morning coffees or just to hang out for the day. It was utter mad fun with a touch of guilt.

SM Allende July 2013

SM Allende
July 2013

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SM Allende
July 2013

Sometime in these weeks, John finally decided to get in touch with the Hammarlund company. Turned out, they were more than happy to meet us with Burt and take a look at the problem in question. Seemed promising… One Friday we rolled up at the shop for the appointment where Mats -the owner of the business greeted us. Turned out, Mats and his wife, some time ago were world travelers so he understand where we were coming from -having a problem on the road and finding people to work on it etc, plus he seemed very impressed that John built our vehicle. After he showed us around in the tidiest and most organised shop we’ve ever seen with gorgeous vintage cars lining up neatly, Mats and John looked at and discussed the problem then we were booked in for the following Monday.

SM Allende July 2013

Hammarlund Racing
SM Allende
July 2013

Hummurland Racing SM Allende July 2013

Hammarlund Racing
SM Allende
July 2013

As we were driving away from Mats’ shop, John and I felt such a relief, we were really happy to found a so professionally run workshop with a great guy who’s happy to take us on. So happiness all around.

We got back to our RV park -no wall breaking this time. Yay! Though we managed to scrape some paint off on the right side. Damn! For our delight we found new neighbors in the campsite. A couple travelling for 4 years from Argentina throughout South and Central America. A delightful Swiss husband, Paul and his beautiful Inca wife, Ana from Argentina. They were a fascinating pair with amazing life stories that we could listen to for hours. They happened to mention that there will be a small, quite intimate Native Gathering in the next few days, up north, in Zacatecas…

After hours, maybe even a day of discussion we decided to go to the Gathering. Of course, there was our golden-found workshop with Mats where we now were booked in, plus this Gathering was 500 km back up north in Zacatecas, where we’ve already been. Still somehow I felt “we’ve got to go”. Monday morning we turned up at Mats’ workshop, to see if we can jiggle time and postpone the job. No problem. Great! Off we went…

Next, Zacatecas and the Gathering…

32. MEXICO, Copper Canyon

Copper Canyon. The wonderful, dramatic place with deep canyons, huge mountains, waterfalls, hot springs, within 50-60 kms complete climate change and yet totally abandoned by international (especially US and Canadian) tourist. Sadly this area of Mexico (if not the whole country) has a negative propaganda and that scared the tourists away, since 2007ish. As I mentioned in my earlier story, I had my doubts too but having spent over a month in and around the Copper Canyon changed my feelings towards this beautiful place.

We were making very little progress for several reasons; me ill first so had to stay in Creel for about 10 days, then such challenging winding, steep and narrow roads that some days, after driving 7-8 hours we actually made only 40km progress, then just enjoying an area so decided to stay more nights, then John’s got ill (same bug) and then enjoyed time at other places with loving and fun hosts we had to stay longer than we planned.

The temperature was wonderful up there. Just as we like it; 18-22C (64-72F) compare to the near 50C (122F) on sea level. (We’re a little obsessed with temperature -it seems to drive us on the travel) It is also the rainy season so everything is green and lush.

We started our “ring tour” around the huge canyon in Creel (that’s where I got ill so stayed longer than we wanted) But we discovered the beautiful country and nature in the surrounding area where the shy Tarahumara Indians live in small communities or just on their own as a family. They work on the fields, keep cows and horses and still wear the traditional super colourful clothing. Creel is right north of the canyon at over 2000m elevation. This was probably the busiest town around the canyon where tourists (used to) park themselves up in a cozy Alpine-style hotel and do day trips in to the nature, hiking, biking, climbing, fishing, swimming and so on. Although we felt a little alone as there were no tourists at all. We came across Ivan who runs a adventure shop. Used to be very busy, renting out bikes and motorbikes, planning day trips to hikers and so on. Ivan is a world-travelled, open minded guy who has a real passion and humble love for “his” canyon and its area. We loved popping in and get lost in talking with him for hours. He told us about how businesses here and around the area that depended on tourism went bust, shut down or slowed down dramatically. The Mexican government in 2008 invested a lot in to promoting the Copper Canyon for Mexicans. As Ivan put it “and the Mexicans came to the rescue!” so by now if there are tourists here, they are most likely from bigger cities and Mexico City. Eventually (once I felt better) we rented a couple of mountain bikes (pretty top quality ones) from Ivan and had an amazing day trip around the area.

Then we moved on towards the heart of the canyon. We decided to tour around the canyon anti-clockwise so after Creel our next destination was Divisadero and the Parque de Adventuras Barrancas del Cobre. They built an adventure park where there are 7 ziplines, a gondola couple of foot bridges over the canyon and hundreds of tracks for hiking and with a huge and modern visitor centre. We spent a day “adventuring” -ziplining and hiking which was reasonable fun (then hiked down right to the bottom of the canyon to a small indigenous village) but again, apart from a handful of Mexican tourists, we felt completely alone. Very odd. Imagine the Grand Canyon at its peak visitor time but with only 15-20 tourists… We found one posh-ish hotel built on the edge of the cliff with spectacular view, where all those few tourists stayed in fairly luxurious circumstances. This hotel had “happy hours” which didn’t turned out very happy for us. The “certain type” of beer that John ordered and a most average Mexican white wine I ordered (2 each) turned out not to be in the happy hour range (just forgot to tell us) so we had the most expensive couple of ordinary drinks in history. I think the fact that we were a couple of Gringos (which isn’t even true!) pushes prices upwards wherever we go. This is apparently one of the challenges yet to come and something we just have to learn deal with… Ah well. For consolation we were able to park up overnight right on the edge of the canyon and that was free.

Campsite at the canyon

Campsite at the canyon.
Copper Canyon
June 2013

Then a few days drive on unforgiving roads stopping for the night wherever we felt safe and ended up in La Bufa (even our crappy map marked it as a village -our map doesn’t really mark places only if they are big enough) but La Bufa had 4 houses -one is a shop and yet, it made it on the road atlas! La Bufa is in rural area and in a deep valley with only indigenous people living there and further up in the hill. Though the little shop is owned by a wonderfully eccentric American lady, Sherry (Ivan, in Creel, mentioned her so we sort of knew about here but as it happened so many times before, after someone recommending anything for us to visit, we find places shut down, closed, not-existing, people moved on etc. So we didn’t hold our breath) After over 8 hours very tiring drive on very difficult roads I was really hoping we are going to find this lady and be able to park up by her shop. And yes, Sherry was there! Business as usual, just having to got back after her 3 hours (one way, on steep mountain roads) drive from the nearest town where she did her weekly shopping to stock up her shop with the beloved Coca-Cola, corn and wheat flour, fresh tomatoes, onion and lots of packs of cookies. She is in her early 60’s but I haven’t seen more energetic, more full of life little lady than her before. We ended up at her property (which was half km downhill from her shop and stayed there for 6 extraordinary days.)

Campsite at Sherry's La Bufa, Copper Canyon July 2013

Campsite at Sherry’s
La Bufa, Copper Canyon
July 2013

Though John started having the same symptoms that I had a couple of weeks back. Just as he and Sherry were getting lost in a deep solar-panel, solar-controller and battery discussion. She was fascinated (and understood so much about it) by John’s knowledge, for Johnny’s biggest joy as he can talk about it for days. He loves the subject and wanted to help Sherry to improve her system (in her shop and her house). But due to his sudden illness he had to put hold on to the solar panel maintenance and was forced to stay in bed for 3-4 days.

As we were in a valley, it was hot and humid. But apart from the heat and the millions of blood-sucker creatures (one day john counted over 300 bites!! on his legs) it was actually a nice little place to be “stuck”. Poor John was so weak, he was just sleeping for days.
In the meantime Sherry and I packed up her tools in a backpack, climbed up (literally) the mountain to the waterfall, where she gets her water from, to see where the leak is and maintain the pipeline all the way. I asked her how many times a season/year she has to come up here (I can tell you, it’s not for the fainted hearted, we were climbing vertical walls, crawling through lethal thorny bushes and so on in the sizzling sun), she said usually twice a year. Gosh!After we repaired the several leaks and climbed back down, we then rebuilt her watering system in the garden (she’s got about 40 fruit trees, grapefruit, orange, lemon, avocado, mango and endless flowers and a veg patch) We built a base for and put-in a second water tank, re-piped the orchard and stuff. And this was only the first day! Man, this woman is unstoppable! She put me in shame with her strength and efficiency of lifting heavy stuff and so on.

She was also excellent fun, we connected immediately and after the job was done we picked a few melon-sized grapefruits and there came the Salty Dogs! (3 ice, vodka and freshly squeezed grapefruit) Man! Nothing better than that after some good workout. Then there was a tremendous amount of girly chats. I felt for Johnny being ill along with a guilty pleasure of having such a good time with my new girlfriend! As per for Johnny, if the bugs would have not knocked him out, the girly chats Sherry and I had would’ve done the job.

The following few days involved more pipe tweaking, one more trip to the waterfall (something happened so gotta go up to check it. This time I took a garden clipper with me and cleared the path all the way!) Then more watering, more itching from the exceedingly annoying blood-suckers and more Salty Dogs. As expected after the 3rd day Johnny was strong enough to get out of bed so he joined us in the evenings then he dived back in to the solar panel discussion with Sherry, and tweaked stuff to improve her system. (not just at her house but up in the shop as well)

Sherry is a small lady with a pretty face, she is sharp and youthful in her thinking, she has amazing stories and a brilliant sense of humour but above all she has a kind and generous heart. She shared her house and everything in it, her garden, her food and water with two strangers without question.

It was a match made in heaven and now she is sharing her friend Carol with us. Carol lives up in the mountains about 3 hours drive from La Bufa on the way to the town where Sherry does her weekly groceries for the shop. She had to come up too on the same day as John and I so we thought we could go together, meet Carol and stay there for a couple of nights -if we can.

So there we were. Meeting another wonderful lady who inspired us with her way of living life. Carol has a land (with perfect temperature and no bugs!!) with a gorgeous Alpine-style house that she built + a guest house, an amazing quirky veg and flower garden, sheep, chickens, hummingbirds and her 4 dogs.

Camping at Carol's. Casa Carolina Copper Canyon July 2013

Camping at Carol’s.
Casa Carolina
Copper Canyon
July 2013

Carol has a gentle quiet personality with a constant smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. One thing we noticed in common with Sherry was that Carol has this effortless generosity as well, sharing everything she has with me and John. We felt privileged to meet these two wonderful, brave hearted, feral cats who made our travels already worthwhile.

Carol and Sherry

Carol and Sherry

We kept meaning leaving each morning and somehow, naturally we stayed one more night… Then the next morning we didn’t leave, again. And one more lovely dinner of roast lamb and wine with friends. And so much to talk about… However after can’t-remember-how-many days and dinners we felt it was time to say our goodbyes to the canyon and to our friends and a sunny morning we waved goodbye.

We were about to have a couple of long days drive ahead of us. We are heading to the area where are more colonial towns with history to tell, local heroes, legends and art. Looking forward to it and to our adventures yet to come.

Next San Miguel de Allende

31. MEXICO, Creel and the Copper Canyon

We arrived to Creel in the intention of staying for a few days, fill up with town-y things, grocery, water, catch up with things on the internet and do some hiking and biking.

We found the highly recommended 3 Amigos tour shop, where we can hire mountain bikes, get advice on tours and road conditions around the canyon. We found Ivan the bright, friendly and very helpful owner of the shop there. His deep love for and knowledge of the Copper Canyon radiated through his views and recommendations. He is also an excellent (professional) photographer and we could enjoy his work in the office. After hours of enjoyable talk we rented a couple bikes for the following day.

3 Amigos Creel, Chihuahua  June 2013

3 Amigos
Creel, Chihuahua
June 2013

 

Then I got ill. Some bug that knocked me completely out for 3 days. Well, luckily we were at a place where it was cool (rainy season just started so there were showers every day), we had water and food (though I couldn’t eat for 3 days) Apart from the ever-barking stray dogs (and the sight of them! Man, some were in a real poor state), it could’ve been a worse place to stuck. John had a few hikes on his own, did some tweaks on BURT and did some shopping while I was just sleeping all day and all night.

Creel, Chihuahua  June 2013

This one is one of the cuter ones with all his 4 legs.
Creel, Chihuahua
June 2013

A few days later (still slightly weak but) I was getting better so we went for our bike ride. It was beautiful. The area has wonderful hills with amazing rock formations and a few indigenous villages. It was very nice biking though this area.

Creel, Chihuahua  June 2013

Creel, Chihuahua
June 2013

Creel, Chihuahua  June 2013

Creel, Chihuahua
June 2013

Creel, Chihuahua  June 2013

Creel, Chihuahua
June 2013

Creel, Chihuahua  June 2013

Creel, Chihuahua
June 2013

We have been in Creel for 10 days so when I felt strong enough and we had the chance to catch up on our emails, shopping and fill up with water, we were ready to move on. Taking Ivan’s advice and Mario’s satnav coordinates we finally left.

After a few hours smooth drive we arrived at the Parque de Aventuras Barrancas del Cobre (the Copper Canyon Adventure Park) Where we stayed 2 days, amazingly parked up (for free!) by the very edge of the canyon. And did some really amazing hikes down to the bottom of the canyon and back and tried the zip-line adventure.

Camp spot Barrancas del Cobre, Chih. June 2013

Camp spot
Barrancas del Cobre, Chih.
June 2013

Camp spot Barrancas del Cobre, Chih. June 2013

Camp spot
Barrancas del Cobre, Chih.
June 2013

John wasn’t entirely impressed with (mainly) the zip-line crew. To be frank, they were slightly cocky and unfriendly almost grumpy. Considering the lack of tourists (and the price of the tour) a bit friendlier attitude wouldn’t hurt. But what can we do…? Tried to focus on the activity, and that was actually fun.

Barrancas del Cobre, Chih. June 2013

Barrancas del Cobre, Chih.
June 2013

Next day we moved on towards Cerocahui where we knew where we could stay (still from Mario’s coordinates) This was a out of town ranch-hotel, Hotel Paraiso del Oso with large area of land and a river. We had the choice to park up behind the hotel or by the river. We chose the obvious and stayed there about 3-4 days.

Campsite at Hotel Paraiso del Oso Cerocahui July 2013

Campsite at Hotel Paraiso del Oso
Cerocahui
July 2013

After a few lovely days with hikes we set off for Urique. We knew it will be a slightly demanding drive so woke up relatively early and made a move. The paved road long left us a few days ago before we got to Cerocahui but this was much narrower, steeper, plus we had to cross rivers and had a couple trucks packed with the machine gun guys passing us by. (by this time we heard that sometimes they are actually un-uniformed police force) Anyway, we got the same reaction which was absolutely nothing. They whizzed by without looking at or care for us.

Way to Urique Cerocahui, Chih. July 2013

Way to Urique
Cerocahui, Chih.
July 2013

 

There's Urique! Urique, Chih. July 2013

There’s Urique!
Urique, Chih.
July 2013

 

Road condition Urique, Chih. July 2013

Road condition
Urique, Chih.
July 2013

The GPS predicted 40 minutes for the 36km drive…. Ahem, it took 5 hours but we finally got to Urique, only to find that it had subtropical climate (sticky heat again!) with tropical trees. Lovely looking but not good for us. We got ourselves into a pickle driving in to town through the relatively narrow streets with branches far too low for us. So we found that the campsite, we thought we’d stay at, had a tree in front with a low branch that stopped us getting in. I felt a bit uneasy because it was getting late in the day and this was our only shot. We are 5 hours away from Cerocahui, where we came from, and at least 5-6 hours away from the next town (where we’re going tomorrow) The only thing we knew that we have to leave this town as it’s too low for us. We were just hoping that we’ll find a safe place for wild-camping. For our surprise there was small village just 5-6km from Urique on our way. Spotted a village shop with a relatively large area at the back so I jumped out and asked if we could park up for the night. The friendly owner said yes so we stayed there. We ended up sitting outside of his shop with a few beers and some of his family members (wife, kids, brother-in-law and his wife, kids, father and mother!) We had an entertaining few hours chat in Spanish! Which was fun because John and I have all together 15 words of knowledge of Spanish, but somehow, the few words and a desire to understand made it.

Camp spot Village next to Urique, July 2013

Camp spot
Village next to Urique,
July 2013

We had an early start. We learnt the previous night that the drive ahead of us is more difficult than the one we came down to here. Starting with a river crossing due to an unfinished bridge.

On the way to La Bufa Village next to Urique, July 2013

On the way to La Bufa
Village next to Urique,
July 2013

Then roads like these…

On the way to La Bufa from Village next to Urique, July 2013

On the way to La Bufa
from Village next to Urique,
July 2013

On the way to La Bufa from Village next to Urique, July 2013

On the way to La Bufa
from Village next to Urique,
July 2013

On the way to La Bufa from Village next to Urique, July 2013

On the way to La Bufa
from Village next to Urique,
July 2013

Again, our GPS predicted just over an hour for this 63km drive. Now, one might enjoy the off-road experiences of these unforgiving roads but It took us 9 hours with constant concentration, with only a half an hour lunch stop so I was very happy when I saw this:

On the way to La Bufa from Village next to Urique, July 2013

On the way to La Bufa
from Village next to Urique,
July 2013

Hurrah! It only lasted for 10km then back to the unpaved road for another 15km before we arrived to La Bufa…

Next La Bufa, Sherry and Carol.

30. MEXICO, Santa Ana to Creel

We meant to stay at Ana & Edgar’s RV park for a night or two but eventually stayed for 6 days. Feeling like home mainly because of our loving hosts and our new friends Stephanie and Mario.

Mario and John became inseparable. As if they were joined by the hip they were walking across the RV park together checking our vehicle then theirs together,  they went shopping together, they enjoyed cool beers in the afternoon together. In the meantime Stephanie and I spent time playing cards and joking all day! (instead of doing domestic duties -those were pushed to do the following day. Then more cards…) Each days the boys, including the wonderful Edgar, went shopping for dinner. Always came home with some kind of meat. I made the side dish, Ana and Steph laid the table outside, lit some candles and the 6 of us enjoyed dinner together with wine, telling stories, joking, and enjoying the cooler temperature. These days were really fun and effortless and we gained knowledge about Central – South American travelling from our Swiss friends. They gave us very useful tips about camping along with satnav coordinates, about the roads and about the general Mexican “way”.

We all said goodbyes to Ana and Edgar. Mario and Stephanie headed north to the US border, and John and I moved on towards south. As the temperature was still rising (from 35C!) we couldn’t stand it anymore and made the final decision to head up to the mountains. As we got coordinates for camping and suggestions from Mario, John felt confident. As per me… I felt nervous.

We had a couple days full-day drive with one overnight stop by a lake, then another camp stop by a hot spring. Met a few very friendly locals and despite the lack of English or my lack of Spanish we had a good time “chatting”, they even invited us for the following morning for breakfast.

After yet another hot and humid night, in the morning we visited the local family for late breakfast (it was Sunday -Father’s Day and asked us to come over at 11AM) This was a little late for us as we knew we’ll have a long day drive ahead of us. We enjoyed an hour with the family then thanked their hospitality and moved on.

I felt uneasy. My head was echoing of the warnings and terrifying stories about Mexico and we were here. In fact we were heading exactly to the area where the epicentre of the drug stuff was. Having had Mario and Stephanie coming from the mountains and were saying, just a couple of days ago, that it is absolutely OK and they had a great time with no problem, was wearing out. I didn’t know what to believe and I didn’t know whether my fear was real or was created by others’. I started crying in the car. John stopped the car at a fork in the road, we had a break and got out to talk about it.

John had a strong belief that reality isn’t scary, isn’t terrifying, in fact it is safe for us, and our experience will indeed be rewarding. He was calm and confident but he gave me the choice. I had to reach deep within, touch-in with my essence to see what I really “hear”. After a few silent moments, I looked into John’s eyes and said “OK, let’s do it, let’s turn left”

Something smoothened in me. There was a 4-5 hours climbing ahead of us on a brand new, smooth road. I was sitting quietly (unusual) and started enjoying the view of the growing, spectacular mountains. In addition, pine trees (I love them) appeared. Their presence were suggesting cooler temperature. For our great joy we noticed that the temperature was gradually dropping from the blood-boiling 39C (102F) eventually to 29C (84F). What a relief!

It was after 7PM when we arrived to our suggested camp spot in Basaseachic National Park. A small park with pine trees, lush green grass, a great canyon and a lovely waterfall. It started raining (first rain for months), it smelled wonderful and the air felt fresh and cool. It was nice to feel a bit chilly. We parked up by the canyon with the view of the waterfall.

We stayed here for two nights. On our full day, we went for a long and steep hike, visiting the waterfall. It felt good. I felt good. We were discussing my feelings and talking about how my fear started to dissolve. Once we were back at our camp, John had a nap and I decided to progress our photos and do some writing -for our ever-behind blog. As I was working on the laptop, listening to the birds outside, a couple of pickup trucks arrived. A handful of guys with machine guns were dropped off. My heart stopped. The trucks left, the guys were outside about 50m from us, having some cigarettes, drinking coke and casually talking. I woke John whispering “hey Johnny, Johnny. There are men outside with machine guns. I’m not joking.”  Holding our breaths, we were peering out the window. They were busy talking and seemingly not at all interested in us. Then Johnny and I were quietly staring at each other for a few minutes. I think we both thought the same… This was the moment of truth…. A few minutes later we peered out again. They were gone. They didn’t care for us, they didn’t even look at us, they had their own business to mind and they left. It started raining lightly. Still enjoying the novelty of rain and the cool temperature we went for a short walk. We were discussing what happened earlier. I took it as an evidence for what we kept hearing; These guys not just do not care for tourists, especially If we mind our business, they mind theirs, it is in their interests to keep a low profile and keep the area trouble-free.

The walk was peaceful and quiet and we decided to stay for another night and leave tomorrow for the 3 hours drive to Creel.

Next, Creel and the Copper Canyon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

29. MEXICO, Santa Clara to Santa Ana

Just picking up where I left it last time in Santa Clara; after the whopper day of drive, we stayed only one night in Santa Clara and we took our time the following day to leave as we know it won’t take long to get to our next destination: Puerto Penasco.

Gotta be honest. Not at all a beautiful place. Many Mexico guidebooks don’t mention Puerto Penasco.
The road to Puerto Penasco, also known as Rocky Point, was built by the US government in WWII when they thought it will be necessary to bring supplies in this way in case the West Coast was blockaded by Japanese submarines. That actually never happened but the road remained in good shape making easier for folks from the US to reach Puerto Penasco in one go from the border.

As we were approaching to the town across the arid desert (crazy heat again!) suddenly huge, tall fancy buildings appeared in the distance which turned out to be Rocky Point and its condo-apartment buildings.
The place had a certain strange, out-of-Mexico feeling. We weren’t entirely sure we wanted to stay but didn’t really have a choice as it was getting late and the next place we could’ve stayed was another 4 hours away. Anyhow, we found our RV place located on the beach, where turned out to be we’re going to be the only “guests” that evening which was a bit spooky considering it was a rather large area completely empty.

Without going into too much details; the place was noisy, too buzzy for my liking. All night loud party music (different ones from different directions) fireworks and motor vehicles going up and down on the beach. The whole place just had an uneasy vibe. The next morning, turned out we had neighbours -a family in a tent. They spotted us as we were leaving in the morning and stopped for a short chat. They were lovely. They also told us that they had their belongings stolen from the tent while sleeping. We felt so bad for them not just for the robbery but for that they only arrived last night from the US, and meant to stay for a few days enjoying the beach with their little boy, but now they are heading back home and looking in to a long 7 hours drive.

This, the bad sleep, the negative vibe plus, I guess the incredible heat made us lethargic so we were keen to get out of here. After filling up with water and some necessary grocery shopping we finally headed south on highway 37. We thought staying in a small town would be nice and found a place El Desemboque on the map that we thought it might be nice. It was about 3 hours drive and we were right on time for our schedule when we arrived, but after spending a short walk on the busy beach I didn’t feel right staying there so we had to move on.
Now we were in time-trouble. It was already 5PM and we were clueless where to stay, mainly because there were not many roads, meaning only ONE that was heading in to the mainland towards Caborca. Neither of us were in good mood but knew we had to find a safe place to stay before it gets dark.

One of our guidebooks mentioned some nice things about a little place called Santa Ana (and a few RV places in and around it) about 100 km from Caborca. That made the potential drive a long-ish stretch but Johnny said he’ll get us there before dark.

It was just on the edge of the evening when we got there so headed to the first RV place that sounded rather appealing to us (an organic eco-farm welcoming Rv-ers with facilities) Lovely! It was out of town, not much, about 15 mins drive though we were running out of time. It was jolly poor form. They were closed for the season! Boo. Then not having much choice we checked a couple of hotels in the town that was now closer to this point but they wanted ridiculous amount of money for nothing. Then in our desperation we asked a Pemex (Mexican petrol station) for parking up for the night -they said yes, they didn’t even want money but when we parked up in a dark corner, we looked at each other and we said nearly in sync “let’s check that last place out in Santa Ana” (one place our guide book mentioned)

At this point it was after 9PM and both of us were fed up, tired, hungry, grumpy when we finally pulled up at a closed gate (boo!) where a sign was saying “Yes, We are OPEN!” (yay!) First we weren’t sure how to decipher this puzzle but as we were standing there a bit confused two chaps from inside the campground (guessed they were guests) walked up to us to help and let us know to knock on the door of the little house next door where the owners live.

What we didn’t know at this point was that when we (or anyone needing a campground for a night or two, as a matter the fact) knock on that door will meet the sweetest, most friendliest couple, Edgar and Ana.

They were already in bed but both of them got out and immediately opened the gate and welcomed us warmly then introduced us to our two neighbours (two couples) who were still up and enjoying a glass of wine and chatting. We hardly went through our usual parking-up routine, they invited us over.
For our biggest surprise one couple, a Swiss pair (Stephanie and Mario) were also overland travelling in their home-built Land Rover 110 in Central – Northern America (this time, They’ve already done Argentina- Alaska 5 years ago) So it was an extra excitement for us to meet them. The other very nice (Canadian-Mexican) couple John and Gaby from Oaxaca (Southern Mexico) were driving up to Canada where they spend their usual, annual few months for the summer. After a short introduction and chat with a bottle of cool beer (it is now 10PM and still 29C!) We all decided to continue the story-sharing tomorrow when it is actually Stephanie’s birthday.

We both, Johnny and I felt an incredible relief, joy and gratitude to find this place, and meet some truly sweet and enjoyable people -who welcomed us straight away as old friends, especially after a rather unexciting and demanding drive.

This could be something…