We left friendly Maíz Gordo with sadness. I really liked this community and the people we met here. It felt special. But it was time to move on. First, we had to return to the main road. As usual, we picked up hitchhikers.
They were traveling with their sick daughter to seek medical help in Durango. It was their second day of hitching rides. This was a reality check for me — we live just five minutes from a hospital.
On the positive side kids in these remote villages get a great dose of outdoor, and playing together. And there are lots of schools scattered in the mountain villages-each colourfully painted and really taken care off, and professional teachers. Truely impressive!
I looked at the sign and concluded that not only in Canada we see signs in Indigenous languages — we see them here too.
We got conflicting answers whether we could reach El Salto by continuing on this road or if we needed to go back towards Durango. Some said there was a connection road, other no. Also who knows what we lost in translation.
Our Maps.me, Mapy.cz, and Gaia showed only one road, but Google Maps happily showed an alternative. Always trust the answer that aligns with what you want to hear (not!).
Of course we wanted to go forward rather than backtrack, so we decided to try it. Everyone agreed that this region of Mexico is safe at the moment and that if the road existed, we would be OK.
It was going Ok until we saw this.
We had a long visit with 5 curious Mexican kids. We enjoyed chatting with them but they did not want a photo taken – however I envied them their freedom- they were roaming freely through the landscape having lots of fun.
El Salto next. And then? Who knows….
But this “who knows” road let us through and gave us one of the most incredible driving experiences, worthy of National Geographic trips.
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