Sunday, October 23

I am enjoying the stays at nice, modern hotels, but whether it eats rapidly into the budget or not, they will become fewer and fewer as I get farther south.

I am headed to Mazatlan today. A relatively short ride. I leave Culiacán and bypass the cuota or toll road for the libre, free road.

Soon the four lane divided highway ends and I am traveling through rural areas with very little traffic. I like this. While not as scenic as the Sierra Madres, the ride is nice. And hot. My jacket is open as far as it will go and remain zipped. It catches air and cools me off. It almost feels better to stop and get really sweaty, then get back on the motorcycle and let evaporation cool me off.

As I go south, it gets more humid, so riding is certainly better than standing still.

I stop for gas and a cold Coke. I had been thinking to myself that while there are dogs everywhere, I hadn't seen a cat. I like cats. I ask Susan all the time if she has seen my cats. They like to go outside. Just as I went over to the Coke machine, I saw this little guy looking out at me.

This was his friend.


I looked in the building where they were. No one was around on a Sunday.

It was a broom factory.

I crossed this:

Then on to Mazatlan where I found an older, but fantastic hotel. I am steps from the ocean, I have a suite, secure parking, and a live band is playing oldies across the street. $25, tax included. I am staying another day!











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