Blogs from Los Mochis, Sinaloa, Mexico, North America

Da sahs ich nun im Graß im Park einer Mexikanischen Großstadt, es war Sontag und alle Familien waren unterwegs, viele dafon kammen zum park, mit Picknicks, Geschwistern, Freunden, Omas und Opas. Kinder rannten hin und her, spielten am Spielplatz und machten neue Freunde. Die Eltern sahsen im grass und halfen den kleinen Geschwistern beim anmahlen kleiner Gibsfiguren, die man dort kaufen konnte. Manche der größeren Gschwistern schubsten die kleineren beim Schaukeln an. Streit und Tränen gab es kaum und wenn es eine ausernandersetzung gab, war es zwischen den Kindern ausgehandelt. Die Eltern mischten sich nicht ein. www.vwworldtrip.co.cc... read more

Day 3 Well, we decided to deviate from our planned course...again. Originally we wanted to make it to Mazatlan today, but we slept in and would have never made it in time to watch Kobe and his pack do it again. So we're spending the night in Los Mochis which puts us about 5 1/2 hours behind schedule. But that's ok because Los Mochis has turned out to be a fun stop for us, and we'll just drive a little farther for the next few days. We made it into town just in time for the tip-off and found this great outdoor bar to watch the game. I had a plate of three delicious fish tacos with avocado and all the fixings for...$3.60USD. Unbelievable. This same plate would go for at least $12 in the states. ... read more

It was an icy cold morning as we boarded the firt class Copper Canyon train. The conductors were beautifully dressed with the traditional square hats. We found ourselves seated in the emergency seats on the left side of the train. We had asked for the left side (for the best view) when we booked but thought we only got right side seats so were pleasantly surprised. Opposite us were a Mexican couple and in the carriage were a few other Mexicans, a group of French tourists and a group of American tourists (Gerard's group - see the previous blog). Both groups had guides who launched into guide mode. The leader of the American group was particulary loud and quite patronising but the old Americans just smiled and laughed as he talked slowly and repeated himself constantly. ... read more