The roads I have chosen to use are the slow way to get around but they are the roads less travelled. I headed towards Cuautemoc again through the mountains. Everything I experienced yesterday was surpassed. The road was great and the scenery just terrific.
Everyone I stopped to talk to for drinks, meals, fuel or just rest my saddle sore arse were very friendly and only to happy to help.
Met a young cowboy who wanted to show me his horse - so I took his photo. He seemed pleased.
Creel Indians (Tarahumara) on the streets begging. Approached by what I think is a group of three generations of a family. They
Arrived at Cuautemoc very late as it took me all day to travel three hundred kilometres.
Looked for the best hotel again - same price. Went to a restaurant and had a steak. "Biftek" rancho is not grilled steak fillet as I thought. They guy on the table next to me was kind enough to help me with the menu.
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