Next stop: El Fuerte, Sinaloa. Best known as the birthplace and childhood home of Don Diego de la Vega, also known as Zorro. A hotel even puts on a show about him. Now we're talking! Unfortunately, the show didn't take place: there were not enough takers (it would have been sold out in Mazatlán). My heart broken, I hung around the Plaza Central, which was almost empty, to ease my pain. That evening, things livened up, with music, dancing, and singing.
Two fellows that latched on to me for the evening. What a friendly country!
More than 200 petroglyphs (stone carvings) have been found on the Hill of the Mask, or Cerro de la Masacara, not too far from town. Little information is known about their meaning. I found this guy the next day to show me around.
The petroglyphs weren't very interesting, but the guy was great.
Not a very good picture, but can you believe this bird's head flare?
Like my room? I loved its decor - and it had a great view of the river. But onwards! Tomorrow I board the train to Bauichivo and the Copper Canyon (Barrancas del Cobre).
Barrancas del Cobre
This is the view from the Mirador De Cerro De Gallego. I walked down the unpaved road (seen in this picture) to the village of Urique in about four hours. Urique is known for its ultramarathon (50 miles), where international runners compete with the local Raramun, or Tarahumara people, who run in rudimentary sandals known as huaraches, often made from discarded tires. By the way, there is absolutely nothing to do in Urique. My kind of town.
On the road to Urique
That's my foot - I bought a pair
See - locals wear them too