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Mexico on a Motorcycle Part Six




Today is the twisty day. Everyone is looking forward to this day with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. It is supposed to be one of the finest stretches of road with spectacular scenery and fun riding.


The road is as promised. We wind through the mountains endlessly. The Harley riders notice their hands cramping from all the braking. The views are spectacular and I wish I was on the back of the bike. Even in the van, I slide around in the seat and although I take some photos through the window, I wonder how I would possibly get any at all from the back of the bike.


The mountains here are lovely, the small towns have narrow streets that are frequently cobblestones. Topes mark the towns; some of them are deep ditches while others are lumps. I find them fascinating and very photogenic.


We stop at a very rural school and toss more soccer balls to the children. I brought a bottle of bubbles, one of my mother’s favorite entertainment for children. I teach them all to blow bubbles—and the prinicipal is also entranced. This school is clearly much poorer than the previous one. The children are not in uniforms and range in age from very young to middle school age. The principal who is also the only teacher says he has 40 students.

 More photos are found here

That afternoon, we find a group of motorcycle riders at one of the gas stations. There is much discussion—even though neither group spoke the other language fluently. Our leader checks the quality of the road to a special sight—Las Posas. He comes back to assure us the road is excellent and we proceed.


This area is now very tropical with bananas and vines. The mountains were beautiful—and chilly—we all now begin to feel quite hot and some of the riders take off their jackets.


Las Posas was a surrealistic water garden designed by a fellow named Edwards who was good friends with Salvadore Dali. He began to build this area in the 1920’s. Much of it was overgrown until a private organization bought it and began to restore it. We have exactly half an hour to explore. People are everywhere climbing up and around on the various parts of the gardens. I take photos as fast as I can—and when we finally leave, I see another entire section that I missed. The other riders are hot and tired—-and waiting for me near the van.

 More photos are found here

That night we stay in a posh hotel with a large balcony, blooming mango trees, and a Mexican band that plays very loudly until about midnight or so.



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