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Published: October 15th 2018
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Today we are going on a tour with Claudia, her husband and five year old son. We are pleased to see that we have blue skies and the sun is shining. Breakfast is scrambled egg with ham and mashed beans. It’s nice. I spot a set of weighing scales in the breakfast room - first chance for a weigh in since leaving home. I am pleased to note that my weight is exactly the same though Ian points out they may not be as accurate as our digital scales. Nice one. Well yes, but nothing to say these scales aren’t telling me I weight more!
We set off for the Mirador for perfect views of the mountains and valleys which were obscured by mist yesterday. We can see down to the river in the Urique valley. We were supposed to visit Urique but that was from the town we failed to reach. Now Claudia is taking us across a suspension bridge. It has high closed in sides but it sends my legs to jelly all the same! And now we are at a different viewpoint with the little dots of Tarahumara houses in their villages below.
More salt in
the wound as we make our way up through the market to Divisadero railway station. This market is known for its food which is cooked on large oil can fires. The Tarahumara women cooking the fare all wear their traditional brightly coloured skirts and simple leather sandals, some carrying babies slung in their shawls. There are also stalls selling traditional handicrafts: woven baskets, dolls and cloth bags, whilst others are selling highly polished stones and rock crystals. The Tarahumara men have adopted modern dress but still sport the traditional sandals.
After the station, we switch from a car into a 4WD - now we know why. Claudia’s husband leaves the tarmac road and we set off up a narrow concrete road with steep drops to both sides. This turns into an uneven rocky track as we climb higher and higher. At the top, almost up in the cloud, we are presented with yet more fantastic views of the canyon.
And now we are off to meet a traditional Tarahumara woman in her rock home. We take a carrier bag of food as a present. The home is like a kind of a cave with a wooden front. Inside
there is a small window with a view of the valley, a small bed, a kitchen area and a fire which is keeping it all warm. Outside, an extended living area with a bench and utility area.
So now, we are making our way back, stopping off at a rock formation which could only be described as phalic rock! It’s right next to the railway line and there are Tarahumara kids scrambling all over it. Along the railway track we can see a small tunnel in the distance.
We return to the cabana for another afternoon at leisure. Again the room feels like a fridge but no fire today - they obviously don’t think it’s cold enough.
This evening we have a choice for dinner...I opt for a delicious steamed fish with all kinds of vegetables and rice. Ian chooses enchiladas, which he reports are nice but rather spicy.
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