Should have gone to El Fuerte

A six hour journey up the coast and we arrived in Los Mochis. A very wet Los Mochis! This was some serious rain. The roads were flooded and more like rivers in some places. We had two tasks; firstly to find a place to stay (that had hot water) and secondly to find out some information on how to get into the canyons the next day. This wasn’t all that easy here and after much wading, we were pretty wet and miserable. Still, a good hamburger got me back in high spirits!

We decided to leave Los Mochis the next day, get a bus to El Fuerte (2 hours) and then catch a train to the canyons the following morning. This apparently is the best way to start the railway journey and should have been our first move.

El Fuerte reminded me of a place straight out of an old western movie set. There were colourful buildings, cowboy hats, saloon doors and plenty of places to kit your horse out.

Our hotel here was a tranquil arrangement of rooms set around a garden and in taking the small room, was a bargain. The proximity to the garden meant it was time once more to construct the mosquito net. I think we’re getting rather good at it!

We drank beer with the locals and tried our best to share a conversation. Perfect way to improve the old lingo, right? Wrong. They were so drunk I don’t even think they knew they were talking to foreigners. No amount of “no comprendo” or “no hablo Espanol” was going to work. They could have been Glaswegian and us Lithuanian, it made no odds. So, we had to ditch them. It was only 8pm! Luckily there was more than just one bar in town.