[‘m jumping back in time here to give you a comprehensive story…]
November 28, 2009
Arrival in Parral.
Moving Time= 4:02
Stopped Time= 1:42
I arrived in Parral…hmf. looking back at my journal I was too tired to take notes.
It was a leisurely day, and I stopped a few times to take pics
And go through a few small towns
I passed more hand-cut hayfields
And lonely country roads
I am enjoying the riding in Mexico…always something new
And the roads are twisty a lot fo the time
Lunch (at 3 pm) ended up being a gas station burrito and drinkable yogurt…
An I entered the suburbs of Parral…
and did a few prophylactic laps of the city before getting truly frustrated. It seemed that the city was divided into two parts…by this frustrating road
I just remember doing CIRCLES around the city…
While there is plenty that confounds and frustrates me, I continue to have good luck whenever I ask my angels for help. A for instance: I hadn’t planned to stop here in Parral, but because Durango was 5 hours away and it was 2:30 when I left the military checkpoint (another story–all fun–I wasn’t scared a bit) I decided I’d better stay here. I felt “bad” because I’d only ridden 120 miles, but they, it’s my darn schedule so why was I uptight?
I read in my Lonely Plant Mexico guide book that Voni gave me (Thanks VONI!) that Hotel Acosta is a cheap and cute place, so I decide to head here. Well, after a few more laps around town, I stop & ask some kids how to find the Plaza Principal because I read that when here at the hotel ask to see the view of the plaza from the roof…so I figure it’s close to the plaza. More laps, more lost because I didn’t really understand their directions, then I see some towers and I figure that’s kinda downtown so I start heading towards them. I then go down a one way street, oops, turn around, go back to the intersection. Shut my eyes for a moment and ask my angels to send me in the right direction. Voila’! A disembodied voice asks me if I need help…