Sombrerete on a Sunday. The local police, your friendly helper:
We rolled into the centro, talked to the local police (that seem to be the way to do it, even though they are heavily armed and there is this strange phenomena or conflict in me if you will: The military is keeping the peace here in Mexico. They look scary, they are heavily armed - not just the military, but the federal police, the local police......ALL OF THEM. With bullet prove wests - the whole 9 yards......keeping the peace with weapons....well, they are super friendly - wave to us (even with peace fingers at times)when driving by and help us to find a place to camp and tell us we are safe....all right, I guess! ). They set us up in the public gym - no thunder in the tummy, but plenty outside. Cute town, but still dreaming of a better place to go....how about cycling in New Zealand? After all we can do what ever we want, right? We don't have to do this!!!
The next day was a long day in so many ways....- 114km to Fresnillo....reached town done, just done, tired of Mexico, tired of the road, the trucks, the people, the language, the strangeness, the allness of it all....call it homesick. Keep pedaling.....while dreaming of a land far away......
Seriously.....how long can I do this, how long has it been being exposed to this careless behavior of our fellow human beings who just don't give a rats ass about our planet, throwing garbage - plastic in particular- out the window, driving cars that burn more oil than gas..running cyclists off the road to name only a few. The weary traveler........SO DONE BEING STARED AT TOO (by the way...)
