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Mex Day 01, Mazatlan- San Blas

September 10, 2014


... I slept, ate and watched movies. Actually, the ride was more comfortable than expected. I had only grabbed a few items from my bags and left the rest of the luggage on the bike. The ferry had a sun deck. In the morning, I saw dolphins jumping in the water. Very neat. Of course, by the time I had my phone ready to shoot some pics, the dolphins had disappeared. They could've waited just a bit longer...

Upon arriving at the Mazatlan port, I had my bike ready to go. I wanted to set it up a bit early, in order not to block anyone while I was getting ready. The truck drivers probably would not have liked that too much.

I had a head start. The ferry workers had to untie the trucks from their tie-downs. and now I had to wait. Then It was my turn. I had run the bike for a few minutes in advance, just to get the engine warmed up. And wouldn't you know it, just as I was about to twist the throttle to pull out of my spot, the engine sputtered and died. I guess, I overheated the motor. After a few tries, the engine restarted, but only kept idling with me twisting the throttle. I was reliefed, when I finally rolled out of belly of the beast onto the tarmac.

LIke the entire ride had been, there was no exeption to the weather in Mazatlan, hot and humid.

I stopped at the nearest OXXO (similar to 7Eleven), bought myself a juice and consulted my map. Where to go??? South, I knew that. A group of young guys pulled up next to me and one approached me. In perfect English he asked me,"Where are you going?" With a smile a replied, "Argentina". He explained to me that he ownes a Harley Softtail Delux and frequently tours the area. I told him that I was thinking of overnighting in San Blas, a small town about ....km south of Mazatlan. "Great place", he said. "Follow 15, then take the exit where it says "San Blas. It's a twisty road". I thanked him for the information, told him about Crazyridesouth and handed him one of my wristbands. Then, I headed for Hwy 15, aiming my front wheel toward San Blas.

After a 100 km or so, I had to detour through a small town, EL Rosario. The road was closed due to construction. In town, I stopped for a few photo opportunities, and was approached by a guy approx. my age. His name was Carlos, and he was curious to where I was traveling to. I told him about my plans. To my surprise, he walked across the street and came back with an ice cold cup of juice from a nearby vendor. Wow, did that taste refreshing. We chatted a bit longer, and he gets me a second cup of juice. Made my day. No charge. Another nice guy. Love it!

 Amigo...gracias for the juice

Amigo...gracias for the juice

 Old buildings have something mystical..

Old buildings have something mystical..

 Iglesias de El Rosario

Iglesias de El Rosario

Back on the road, I continued my journey through green hilly vegetation and twisties to San Blas. It had started to rain. No problem. I kept riding, slowly and carefully. The roads were slick and wet. But I arrived in one piece!

Miles: 165/276 km