Jun 30, 2008
May 09, 2009
Marisol and I decided to take a little day trip as Guasaveīs sights were starting to wear a little thin. As we couldnīt actually get the train to Chihuhaha over the famous Barranca del Cobre we went for the next best thing and headed for the town of El Fuerte at the very beginning of the route. A pretty town filled with elderly Canadians and, not surprisingly considering itīs name, a fort with views over the distant mountain ranges and a small museum detailing famous Fortelenses who had fought with Pancho Villa, Zapata et al. As it was also incredibly hot we decided to take shelter in a shadowed courtyard for a beer before heading back to los Mochis. Margot was in town for an interview and displayed a impressive lack of directional awareness and conformed to every female stereotype regarding women drivers and inability to locate north. It took us 3 hours to get back (40 mins to get here on bus), most of which was spent driving round in circles arguing where the motorway was and establishing that the Arizona bound road was not the way we wanted. We made it back eventually though and spent the evening in Nubu- the finest bar in Guasave and run by my new cousin-in-law, Raul. The whiskey (and vodka. oh, and gin) flowed freely (literally, hurrah!) and we danced to modern latin pop hits bellowing words I didnīt know at the top of my voice.