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Spanish inquistion from the army |
Military escort to the correct road... |
...which drew the attention of some local dorises |
Tuesday 11 - Thursday 13 September
An enforced early start from the ferry terminal saw us driving into fertile, green, rolling countryside, a welcome change from the 6 weeks of endless desert. While stopped at El Fuerte filling the jerry cans with water, we aroused the curiosity of literally a hundred schoolgirl dorises who happened to be in the street enjoying their breaktime. Foolishly leaving town without any knowledge exchange, we headed off into the countryside towards Copper Canyon. Due to our map being a bit off, we took a wrong turn past an army base which aroused local interest of a more unwelcome nature. Apparently some pilots with a worse sense of direction than us had crashed in the US and that was excuse enough to stop us, escort us to their base and search the landy. After more than an hour of the usual light-hearted banter, we got underway on the right road with their help.
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Lake Huites |
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The ferry to La Reforma |
Campsite at the end of the rainbow |
The track twisted over the green mountains of the Sierra Madre Occidental. Part of the road had washed away three years ago so we had to take the ferry along the river for 20 minutes. As the sky darkened we parked on the side of the track near La Reforma and made camp as a thunderstorm drifted by leaving a rainbow behind.
