Across a big river and up a big mountain; The tale of La Ruta de la Independencia Part 2

Whatever relief we felt for crossing the river soon ended, as we realized that we had to drive 3 or 4 hours in the dark and under a heavy downpour to get to Temoris, were we decided to spend the night.

But first, Chinipas, the forgotten, middle of nowhere, last century mining Mecca.




For a while there where the not so menacing little clouds.




And all smiles and even a rainbow shot.




But then, the smiles disappeared. Beautiful and scary, my best two words to describe the drive up to Temoris.




The next day at Temoris, accounting the damages. And educating the rear fenders not to mess with my new tires.




Another day at the wheel, on route to Cuiteco.



Next, the nice road ...