Not riding the switchbacks down into Urique at night was a good decision. We should have been so wise. I suggested camping at the Urique river that night, after we had similiarily drowned out a couple of the bikes in the river and it was starting to get dark by the time we got going. We took a wrong turn trying to get into Urique and it was 1:30 in the morning by the time we got there. Luckily one of the local policia helped us out by waking up one of the motel proprietors and getting us a room.
We should have been happy just to get a room but what do we do? It just so happened that the proprietor also owned the store next door which had cerveza. We bought a case of cerveza and partied for a couple of more hours before turning in. Those young guys, almost killed this old man. sorry didn't mean to hijack your thread but you just brought back a lot of memories. That ferry was quite a hoot too.
"I don't want a pickle, I just wanna ride on my motorsickle" (Arlo Guthrie)
fotobo screwed with this post 11-25-2010 at 03:35 AM