A Week Off Work – Mazatlan

Felix jumps into our pool.
Felix jumps into our pool.

My adventure turned vacation. My Mom booked us a resort in Mazatlan and here we stay. For a week. The longest I’ve been in one place since leaving home on the 8th of July. With a refrigerator and a stove; a toilette and a shower. And beds. Glorious soft beds of a material I don’t stick to. We even have a pool that ends in the Sea of Cortez. Life is good; though, it’s not without problems.

The resort gave our room away so we had to wait an hour for them to sort out the problem. No big deal. As Aldous Huxley wrote,

“Your true traveler finds boredom rather agreeable than painful. It is the symbol of his liberty-his excessive freedom. He accepts his boredom, when it comes, not merely philosophically, but almost with pleasure.

Even the flood wasn’t a big deal. I woke in the morning to find water covering nearly half the room and more pouring from the ceiling. The AC froze up. We went days without. However, I draw the line at “the noise from hell.” Like nails on a chalk board, opening the refrigerator door made us cringe. It is terrible. Really. It was so damn loud it served as our alarm clock in the morning. One of us waking the other opening that awful door. It is torture. If I ever need information from someone, I’ll make them listen to that sound. In minutes, they’ll be squealing like a pig.

"Fixing" our leaky ceiling.
“Fixing” our leaky ceiling.

All complaints aside, this week has been wonderful. I explored the city and made new friends. I had the bearings changed in my front hub for 20 pesos (that’s $1.50). I swam in our pool and watched the sun set into the sea. I rode my bike unloaded, racing and passing cars at 30mph. And best of all, I did absolutely nothing. For days, I lounged in the comfortable cushions of our couch. Thank you SO much for this wonderful week off  “work.” It’s exactly what I needed for the apex of my expedition.

Tomorrow morning, Felix and I leave the resort and go our separate ways. I’ve decided to turn north and ride into Barranca Del Cobre (Copper Canyon in English). Felix continues on to Mexico City. We’ve been together, almost inseperably, for five weeks. It will be strange riding off without him. I consider him a close friend and cannot wait to visit him in Germany. Maybe we’ll even bump into each other again on this trip. Adios amigo. It’s been unreal.

I have decided I cannot miss the Grand Canyon of Mexico. Six distinct canyons in the Sierra Madre Occidental form the Barranca Del Cobre. It is the largest and deepest canyon in the world. It also has hot springs; though, soaking in one for the first time will not come without cost. For those of you who have seen the Grand Canyon in the US, I am literally riding into it. I’ve never seen it so I ride blissfully unaware into hell. I face climbs up to 2,500 meters (8,200 feet); descents to 400 meters (1,200 feet); on rocky and rutted dirt “roads.” This will be the most challenging ride (and push and maybe even carry) of my life. It will also be the most beautiful. Wish me luck!

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We took advantage of the stove and fridge from hell cooking everyday. We also ate a lifetimes worth of guacamole and egg salad.

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I trimmed my beard. What do you think?

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While exploring the city, we passed this small bike shop. In ten minutes, and for twenty pesos, he replaced the bearings of my front hub. It rides like new again.

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We also washed our bikes. They were in dire need from the swamp and from the dust of the desert.

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Hansel works the night shift at the front desk of the “resort.” He took me on a tour of the city and to the top of this lighthouse.

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It wasn’t easy carrying our bikes to the top, but we managed. And the view was worth the effort.

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Mazatlan is a beautiful city. It’s also very touristy. It was a nice change from the desolation of the Baja desert; however, I’m excited to leave the beaten path; the lights and noise of civilization. Copper Canyon, here here I come.

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Hansel, my tour guide for the day, informed me of an old railroad that runs to the top of this hill. It’s purpose? To deliver ice shipped from the US to the rich people who lived up their.

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Felix jumps into our pool.

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Josh, who we met in the hostel in La Paz, came over for a visit. They want to know whose muscles are bigger.

What a week…

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2 thoughts on “A Week Off Work – Mazatlan

  1. Ryan, This marks my first post to you…actually my first post ever. I know we are not suppose to but Bob and I were a bit worried about you so thank you soooo much for your recent posts! We so enjoy them.

    Mazatlan is a very special place for us. Our first trip together, on May 25, 2011in the outside lobby of the Playa Mazatlan Hotel is where I innocently asked Bob if he liked my pigtails. He quickly replied “I love your pigtails, I love you”! His unrehearsed words took us both by surprise… it was as if he had been punched in the gut by his own words. He doubled over and had to sit in one of the nearby rocking chairs to process what had just tumbled out his mouth. I actually felt my heart warm from his raw genuine words. I will never forget that moment confirming he felt for me as I for him. Thank you for bringing me back to Mazatlan.

    Bob says to be sure your well supplied with Deet for the rest of your trip…. Marley says “Yap-yap!”

    Warmest Regards, Kate, Solana Beach

    On Oct 24, 2014 4:47 PM, “Tales of Wandering” wrote: > > ryanbmtb posted: ” My adventure turned vacation. My Mom booked us a resort in Mazatlan and here we stay. For a week. The longest I’ve been in one place since leaving home on the 8th of July. With a refrigerator and a stove; a toilette and a shower. And beds. Glorious so” >

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