Head Games
I am in Mazatlan. Mexico. With my bike. My heavily-laden bike. And having a bit of a melt-down. I arrived a little less than a week ago and spent a few days in a nice little hotel in the Historic Centre part of Mazatlan: nice, friendly, low-key. I went out on the bike for a pleasant 40-ish km ride to make sure everything had survived the flight intact. And to test my reassembly as it came out of the box. Then I relocated to a hotel on the Malecon, for a different experience. A mistake. Touristy, not really appealing. But that's not my problem. Not my big problem. I'm here primarily to have fun, do a bit of riding, a bit of exploring and to enjoy the winter away from the cold and snow of Canada. (Unfortunately, that also means away from the warmth of my wonderful Bev.) My initial plan is/was to ride up to Durango, 300+ km away, but I am now overwhelmed by the enormity of that task. The route is seriously hilly: I will have to ride/walk up 9000 metres for a net gain of 2000 m...