Marlboro Posing
After the gearshift soldering by the fellows on the river in Urique I packed up all my still half-wet gear and left the elderly hippy American’s hostel and made for El Fuerte, Sinaloa, MX. All was going swimmingly as I crested the canyon with great confidence and no small sense of satisfaction that I had so far navigated some of the toughest motorcycling terrain around.
Bike after wipe-out above Urique
During the night the workmen had decided to grade the road some more and so there were large dunes of red clay dust and rocks freshly deposited on the trail. As I rounded one corner I thought to myself what a large pile there is in this corner. Then my front wheel slid out, then my back one as I eased off the front brakes, then the bike went down to my left and I flew over it and felt the bike flip over behind me and land on it’s right side.
Gathering myself I check the bike – damage report:
- bent faring, the bike didn’t turn left so well
- paint showing it’s true colours
- GPS mount, snapped
- shin, minorly scraped
So feeling insecure on the bike I continued over the spine of the Sierra’s warily passing over the serious construction over which I broke the gearshift yesterday. Of course the GPS no longer was powered as the new adapter had broken en route and I had no idea where I was going but thought I should just follow the largest road and hope it would lead me out of the mountains sometime near nightfall.
Dusk came and the brilliant stars faded into sight whilst still among the mountains with little petrol remaining. After 1.5 hours riding in the dark with no towns to speak of a Pemex gas station with OXXO (like 7-11) glowed like the most welcome beacon I had seen in a long time. White with dust I inquired to find out I had arrived in Choix, MX – not my destination but happily a sufficient settlement to support a hotel, a Pemex, and 24 hour bank machines.
An abandoned Catholic church
I’ve made it out of the Sierras for now…
Entre Amigos Hostel Urique
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Entre Amigos Hostel Urique
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Entre Amigos Hostel Urique
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Leaving Urique
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Leaving Urique
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Leaving Urique
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Leaving Urique
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Leaving Urique
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Leaving Urique
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Leaving Urique
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Leaving Urique
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Leaving Urique
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Leaving Urique
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Urique From Above
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Leaving Urique
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Urique From Above
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Urique canyon
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Around Urique
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Above Urique
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Above Urique
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Around Urique
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Urique Canyon
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Above Urique
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Above Urique
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Above Urique
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Around Urique
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Urique Canyon
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Above Urique
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Above Urique
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Around Urique
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Urique Canyon
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Above Urique
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Another Bike Pic From Urique
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Top View Urique canyon
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Highest view of Urique
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Looking miserable, feeling top of the world
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Bike after wipe-out above Urique
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Sun starting to go down trying to escape the Sierra
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Marlboro Posing
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A ruined truck
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A town before Tubares
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Sierra's at sunse
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Sierras at sunset
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A river that I'm sure I crossed
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An abondoned Catholic church
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An abondoned Catholic church
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El Rio
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Bimbo Truck
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The GPS USB adapter (2nd one) failed leaving Urique so this map will have too many straight lines – broken routes… but for anyone downloading it, just stay on the main (mining) road the whole way and you’ll find yourself in Choix – the Pemex beacon!)
