. We ended up scrambling up steep rocks with me trying to avoid being knocked off the horse by various trees and bushes which Mack wanted to eat , before reaching the flatter parts where Mack would start galloping off with me clinging on for dear life. The scenery was fantastic and we saw some of the main things to see around Creel , the lake , rocks shaped like mushrooms and frogs , a jesuit mission and quite a few Tarahumara people and their houses ... also after a while I got a bit more used to Mack ! A great way to spend the day , my jetlag has worn off and I really feel like my trip has started in earnest. As if the horse-riding hadn't left me "saddle-sore" enough I decided to spend a second day in Creel mountain biking in the countryside.Was nice to have a modicum of control over stopping the mode of transport instead of shouting "whoa" and hoping for the best. I rode through some of the park areas we had been on horseback and then further along the road to Lake Arereko which is a very peaceful and scenic spot where I enjoyed relaxing in the sun for an hour or so before it was all too soon time to ride the few miles back to return my hired bike.When I got back to the hostel Masashi had arrived in Creel , one of the guys I met in Chihuahua. He is travelling the world with a remarkable little folding bicycle which he packs up and slings in planes and buses along with his rucksack. Not too many Japanese guys on folding bicycles in this part of the world so he gets some stares , but he's a very nice guy and soon makes friends with the people he talks to... was good to have some dinner with him at the hostel and catch up on what he'd been up to staying on in Chihuahua.
Arrived in Creel on Sunday after a reasonable 5 hour bus ride. Creel is a very small town in canyon country in the Chihuahua state. The in-thing to do seems to be to cruise up and down the high street in your pick-up truck or riding on your horse ! Booked into the most well known hostel Casa Margaritas and had a quick look around the town (didnt take long , it really is a very small town) . There are quite a few Tarahumara folk around the streets , the local indigenous people in this part of Mexico. Together with Ben the Aussie from the hostel in Chihuahua , we met up with some other travellers at the hostel for some food in the afternoon and then pool & beers in the evening. Then on Monday five of us apprentice cowboys hired some horses and a guide ... which was sooo great. Having never ridden a horse I was expecting a pretty gentle trek as an introduction to equestrian life , but both the guide on his horse and also my horse "Mack" (the largest and undoubtedly the most "loco" of the hired horses) had very different ideas