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Old 11-25-2010, 12:33 PM   #47
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Day 6 - Huatabampito to Alamos

Today would be all pavement to move the group from the coast to the tourist town of Alamos. The original plan was to have a layover on the coast but then a long ride back into the canyons all the way to Chinipas. It was a great call by the staff since missing out on Alamos would have been a great shame.
Poor Ivan was a little worse for wear after the night at the fights. My arm was just starting to get some circulation back into it since Ivan was squeezing my arm throughout the entire title bout. Did I mention Ivan is a fight fan?
Ivan was stuck with driving the support truck since the start of the trip and was itching to get a chance to ride. After breakfast Scott offered Ivan a ride on Scott's 530 KTM and Ivan was on the bike and down the beach before Scott had a chance to say another word...



Ivan was much impressed with the power of the big thumper...



We won't mention the riding attire since Paolo was not much better and had been riding all week.

Our lead guide, Alphonso was leaving his bike behind at this point and borrowed Shelly's bike for the rest of the trip. This put Shelly behind the wheel of the support truck since it was her personal truck anyways and Ivan in the co-pilot position. After riders' briefing we were off and stopped in Huatabampo for gas for those who had not filled up on the previous day and to find an ATM to get some more pesos. After a short stop we were headed up the highway towards Novojoa. We stopped at the edge of town to gather everyone up and waited. Everyone showed up expect our sweeper Barak and the support truck. We found out by radio that Barak was changing out a rear tube. It appears that eariler Barak had pulled beside Joe and wanted to have a lttle inpromtu drag race to see who had the faster DR-Z. When Barak took off, the extra traction of the pavement was enough to spin the tire on the rim and Barak ripped the valve stem out of the tube. Oops!! Fortunately the support truck had a supply of spare tubes and it wasn't long before Barak was rolling again.
Since we knew Barak was OK and the support truck was with him, we decided to continue and got safely through town and stopped at a bus stop just before Alamos to once again gather everyone up...



The day was just over 100 km (60 miles) and we quickly found the hotel's bar and watched the bartender demonstrate the proper technique for making margaritas from scratch. No pre-mix was used in the making of these. These were some of the best margaritas on the trip. Muy Bueno!!!
Now properly refreshed we went for a stroll over to the town square...





There were quite a few of the locals out enjoying the day...



The colonial influences on the town were quite evident in the buildings around the square...





After the stroll I needed to get some work done on the Yamaha. I had not yet changed the oil and it was well overdue. Don is fluent in Spanish so I took him in tow and we went to find a bucket to drop the used oil into. The hotel staff could not help us so we had to ride back through town to try to find a service center. The Pemex stations sometimes have service bays for this purpose but it was Sunday and the service bays were closed.
There was a hydralics shop across the street from the Pemex station part way out of town and there was a truck service shop right beside it that wasn't closed.
The only person there was the janitor Carlos but Don explained that we only needed a bucket to drain the oil and we would take care of he rest. I had packed some fresh oil and a spare oil filter for just this purpose. Carlos not only found us a bucket but he also supplied a clean sheet of cardboard us to lay on and wanted to help out anyway he could. In short order we had the oil drained, the oil filter changed out and the fresh oil installed. Carlos initially refused to accept any money but in the end graciously accepted 20 pesos for us interrupting his day.
We then returned to the hotel for more margaritas. Later that evening we went to dinner at the hotel. The chef was highly recommended but service was very slow and unfortunately the meal was a disappointment. The margaritas on the other hand were muy bueno!!!
Alphonso then explained to us what the locals refer to as Q-Tips. The term is used in reference to older gringo tourists that have white hair, skinny & white shoes. Scott was having fun with this pointing out all the old American ladies that fit the description until Russ stole Scott's hat and pointed out that Scott's white hair, skinny build and white running shoes made Scott a Grade A, prime Texan example of a Q-Tip. We almost pissed ourselves laughing. Fortunately I did not spill my margarita as Russ also pointed out that Scott was a Goober.

The night was concluded by a Mariachi Band in the hotel's courtyard as we finally called it a night.

Next Post - the road to Chinipas
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