I knew I’d love Mazatlan, and finally it was the next stop. I still needed to rest and recover a bit, and would rather do it in Mazatlan than up where I was. The few hundred miles to get there was difficult with only a couple fingers to work with.
I hung around Mazatlan for another 5 or 6 days. I camped each night by riding around aimlessly looking for a place I could sneak my tent in unseen. It’s always late when I good hunting for a campsite, so it’s an adventure waking up in the morning and seeing where I actually am.
In a construction area behind a middle school. Woke up to the kids yelling out the windows at me:
A little tidal pond where some locals came in the morning to fish:
Down a back road in between some farms: