I would guess we are sitting well above 8000 ft above sea level. (it took us nearly 11 hours of driving to get here) Much driving, poco reparation, and mucho grande Montanas, we climbed off the beach today on a road that seemed to be one long brutal uphill run, as we rolled up and up and up, the truck got hotter, and hotter and hotter, we spent at least an hour maybe two, just letting her rest, then we decided to stop and have her checked out considering we had much more mountain to climb, the culprit was a bad thermostat, after less than an hour and 200 pesos (less than 20 usd) we roll uphill, the car is good, we are tired, Ed is getting sick, (I just hope it doesn’t last long as my sickness did), we stop along the road a couple hours after dark and camp under a small grove of ancient Avocado trees. Its is cold outside, damn cold, (I suspect ed will be buying another blanket before he buys his guitar), and I need to evacuate my system, I sit under the trees on my commode chair literally freezing my balls, ed is snoring 12 feet away, I am frozen as I poop, the silence is shattered every few minutes by the Braaaappp, Braaaaappp of huge trucks using their compression brakes, I hear a babbling brook, and something rustling around in the bushes, quite possiblly it is the resident who lives at the end of the road, it could also be a giant rat, no se, its best I just finish my business and get in the warm comfort of my tent. I lay down and seem to have trouble getting my breath in the altitude, its not long before I drift off, it is certainly peaceful up here, we are among the volcanos, in the highlands of Michoacan, it is the Sierra Madre Sur Range according to our maps, (which are questionable at best, it seems there is a Canadian conspiracy to put only worthless information on these maps that does not exist on any road sign, nor in the memories of any local you may ask), small towns that are hardly a blink are on the map are represented, and medium sized towns that are thriving little places full of people and business are no where to be found, so plotting a course is a worthless idea, and trying to get directions to anywhere on the map is a complete waste of time as well, no matter really, its all part of the adventure.
When I wake the cold is history, the peaceful pastoral setting in which I slept is shattered by the loud purr of trucks con bombas, they are pumping 400 gallon buckets with fresh water, I don’t know whether its sweet to drink but I do know its a loud process that seems unending. There is shade, coffee and fruit, the unofficial boss of the pumping operation comes over and chats with us, we glean invaluable local info from him as I sit in fear that he will unwittingy step in last nights thinly covered business thankfully this does not happen, we gratefully thank him and continue our climb headed for the little town of Poracho, its a town chock full of master craftsmen who build amazingly beautiful guitars...
When I wake the cold is history, the peaceful pastoral setting in which I slept is shattered by the loud purr of trucks con bombas, they are pumping 400 gallon buckets with fresh water, I don’t know whether its sweet to drink but I do know its a loud process that seems unending. There is shade, coffee and fruit, the unofficial boss of the pumping operation comes over and chats with us, we glean invaluable local info from him as I sit in fear that he will unwittingy step in last nights thinly covered business thankfully this does not happen, we gratefully thank him and continue our climb headed for the little town of Poracho, its a town chock full of master craftsmen who build amazingly beautiful guitars...
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