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Brian & Deya met in Vancouver Canada. After a few years together we were married and made choices. One was not to have children the other was not to take life for granted. The rest is yet to come.

November 19, 2010

Hermosillo, I never knew you...

North to Hermosillo, the destination we would have attended if it had not been for our great pals Tucson Tony and Recon Richard. Instead of heading directly there to visit Liz, a friend of Deya’s I first met in Vancouver about 7 years ago, we headed to the Copper Canyon. Thank goodness we did that but at the same time it was nice to arrive to a friendly face and sharing family.
It was hot and we didn’t know exactly where we were going but Richard circled us in like a pilot out of gas and we landed safely on the doorstep we needed to be at. The neighbourhood was nice and we had indoor parking so there was very little stress.

We went for dinner at a well known Taco joint and had a feast, I think Tony had the plate of the night, but the tacos were fantastic. The prices in the northern states are a little high but the quality was certainly there. That evening the boys stayed in one room and the girls in another, I can not speak for the girls but the boys racked out early and hard. The next morning we said our farewells to Tony and Richard, it was sad but the time had come and the journey continues.

Unfortunately, both Deya and I were knackered and I’m afraid we didn’t share ourselves with the energy our host deserved. I know we missed out on several fun events because I could barely keep my eyes open after 7pm. It was great to be there though and we ate well and recharged our batteries. One of the foods Liz took us out for was a ‘World Famous’ hot dog, I am not too sure how it became world famous but after splitting one with Deya I would have to agree that for a hot dog served out of the back of a truck, it was damn good!

We planned our route to Mazatlan, it was pretty simple so to speak and we would make a straight shot down the Toll Highway about 1000 km South. The goal was to leave very early, 4:30 ish and get a steady high rate of speed. With proper breaks and maybe a nap or two we should be able to get there 6 pm. The tolls, as we were told, would take our credit card so we didn’t have to carry a bunch of cash. The bummer about the tolls is that a single passenger motorcycle pays the same as a full size car or light truck. Seems unfair to me but there doesn’t seem to be another acceptable route for us to travel. We wanted to make it in one day to offset the high cost of the tolls, about 90 dollars, which we hadn’t budgeted for. We were already way over budget from the first week in Mexico so we needed to be careful.

It turns out there are federal and state tolls on the route South. Some of the toll roads are simply entering a city, paying the state, detouring through a mess of traffic and construction and emerging out the other side to end up at a federal toll where you have to pay once more. Total highway robbery, but at the end of the day it is an advantage and is a reasonable route. Just remember that if you go that way you have rights, like free mechanical assistance and compensation for damage due to highway neglect.

We were only about 100 kms from Mazatlan and we got to one of the final state tolls, it didn’t take credit card, only pesos. Deya was pissed and argued with the attendant when she told us we would have to go back and find the money somewhere. Deya told her something about not doing it since we were just about out of gas and could not go back if we wanted too. The woman shrugged, which pissed Deya off even more, so Deya told her we would just go through to the next gas station, the attendant just shrugged again so Deya started her bike and went around the barricade. I was confused but followed, sure that we would be in jail in the next 15 minutes. We stopped to fuel up and Deya tried to make me feel better but it didn’t work. We took off towards the next booth, I was confident they would have called forward to have the guns trained on us two rebels.

An hour later as we approached our final toll, I was sweating. We pulled up and Deya handed them the credit card, the lady at the booth looked at us curiously then up at a police officer who was walking over. She told us to wait a moment. The police officer walked straight towards us looking at us to see what he could recognize. This is when I knew we where in trouble, his walk had a sense of purpose, the attendant wasn’t releasing us, Deya’s eyes were getting wider and I was sweating bullets. The officer walked right up to the front of our bikes, a bag of something in his hands, he regarded us for a moment, squinting slightly in the sun and stepped over to the attendant in the booth.

The officer stepped close to the attendant and whispered something, keeping one eye on the two bikes sitting there paralyzed. He then handed her the bag and I made out the words “la cena” or “dinner”. The attendant took the food and handed back Deya’s credit card with the receipt saying that the printer is slow.

We pulled over to have a laugh and wipe the sweat from our faces and neck. It was a great feeling to know we weren’t in trouble, it’s likely that the federal and state booths don’t talk at all. We took a break in the shade there near the toll and a truck full of marines pulled up, fully loaded with M16s and grenade launchers. It was good to see these guys because they are competent but Deya was a little worried it might be a good location for a shoot out, of course it’s not. One thing that does comfort me in Mexico is being around the military, they are good lads and have good weapon handling.

As we rolled in to Mazatlan, now about 9 pm, Deya and I were buzzing, it was dark out so we would miss the view coming in but get the surprise the next morning. We were both fully functional but bagged. It was a long day and we were both definitely dehydrated and fatigued. On route we saw a lot of Canadians, it was a good sign as our fellow countrymen and women have particular sensibilities that tend to help define a place.

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