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We will begin our climb from the depths of hell
today. Step one will be to find breakfast away from the Best? Western. So,
we wander up the hill to town looking for the town square. We see it on
maps and know it is there. I'm beginning to think that all the one way
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We can't drive to the square because
we are stupid, so we park the bikes hoping we can walk to it. We a stroke
of luck we're in the town bazaar and I'll never look at our local grocery
chain the same again. This stuff is very fresh and ripe. The cantaloupe
smells so good we buy one for later. Just beyond the food vendors is the
square and the motel we should have stayed at. For breakfast we have roast
shoe leather, but the fresh strawberry jam makes up for it. |
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On the square is a converted church that is now
a small library. The painting on the back wall dates to the Spanish
Conquistadors and is in excellent shape. We could stare at it all day. Out
on the square Forrest makes me jealous by having his boots polished for
$0.20 US. He says it's payback for having my bike washed in Mazatlan. All
I know is that my boots are at the Best? Western and his are shiny. To get
even, I take him down a dirt road, but his boots still look good. |
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We head to the ruins at Tzintzuntan, the place
of the hummingbirds. These ruins date to the 12th century and were the
home of the Tarascans, who were a very powerful group of united tribes.
They were so powerful that they defeated the Aztecs. There are still
almost 100,000 living Tarascans. |
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We head back to town for some R&R. On the
way we check out the ferry to the island city, Janitzio, in the middle of
the lake, but elect to not go. Once again, some things are best viewed
from a distance. We don't want to ruin this picturesque image. |
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| Like idiots, we have dinner again at the Best?
Western. Ordering off the menu was no better, but the poor service makes
the food look good. Oh well. |
