During the heat of mid-day everything seems to close and then opens again mid-afternoon until late. When I say late shops were open at mid-night.
Durango apparently is very dangerous place because of the political disquiet but I saw none of that. There were army check points on the outskirts. I have been checked a few times now and They wave me through as soon as they realise that I am a tourist.
The area surrounding Durango is cattle country and the locals I saw tend to dress like cowboys. Boots, hats and pick up trucks are big in this area.
My hotel was right on the zocalo and it was recommended by Lonely Planet ( first one of theirs that I have tried). Cannot complain about the location but the hotel was in need of a bit of tender loving care. No where to secure my bike so I asked the non English speaking receptionist if I could park it in the foyer. He did not say NO so I rode it through the front doors. The manager came out but was surprising happy about the situation. Later he was showing the bike off to a couple of mates.
Went out into the zocalo and wandered around the streets checking things out. Whole families come out and just wander around, eat and socialise.
The street vendors come out in force as well. They sell corn corn cooked on hot coals and other food stuffs. I tried something in bread. I think it was meat with a heap of chili on it.
The roads are good so I have not had any trouble finding my way around until I reach to cities and towns. The street signage in the built up areas is very poor. The roads narrow and usually one way and the way I don´t want to go.
Durango has three huge plazas that I found. I got a hotel overlooking the Plaza Aramas. Once again a bargain but again it is very run down.
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