We left Las Jaibas RV park in Mazatlan at 10:30 a.m. M
onday, Feb. 4 and headed north on Mexico Cuota (tollroad) Hwy 15. We were making pretty good time until our navigator (yours truly) wasn’t paying attention and we accidentally got on Hwy 15 Libre (free road) in Culiacan. About 80 miles later we were able to hook back up with the toll road. The free road isn’t a bad road as it has just been repaved, but it’s two-lane and we had to slow down to a crawl through every tiny little village of which there were many.
About 5:30 p.m. we pulled into a large Pemex truck stop north of Navajoa, filled up with diesel (at $2.25 per gal. USD) and found a spot to park for the night amongst the 18-wheelers. It was quiet and we had a good night’s sleep. There was a night guard who rode around the lot on his bicycle, so we also felt quite safe.
We left the Pemex at 7:30 Tuesday morning and drove the remaining 225 miles to Kino Bay, after a brief stop in Miguel Aleman to pick up a few groceries and replenish our pesos at the ATM. Miguel Aleman, (called Calle Doce, meaning 12th Street, by the locals) is a small town about 30 miles east of Kino. It has two small supermarkets reminiscent of those from the 50s, a couple Pemex stations, a bank, and a few other little shops.
When we reached the small Mexican fishing village of Old Kino, we pulled off the road onto a gravel area
and unhitched our towed vehicle. I was to make a quick run to the tortilla factory and Larry in our motor home would proceed to New Kino and the turnoff to the campground. I purchased tortillas and then made a quick stop at the bakery that has pastries to die for, then proceeded to meet Larry. As I drove into New Kino and came over a small rise, the sparkling waters of the Sea of Cortez and one and two-story white condos and homes of the town came into view. New Kino is inhabited primarily by Americans some of who have been coming here since the early 50s.
About three-quarters of the way through town, I joined Larry where he was waiting at Punta Chueca Road, gave him his pastry and we proceeded to make the 12-mile drive over a mountain pass on a very rocky road that has been dubbed the road from hell. Now, 12 miles isn’t a long distance, but in an RV, at 10-15 mph it takes more than an hour. R
eactions to the road from first-timers have been anywhere from shock to hostility. We arrived about 3:15 and found a space to park our motor home for the next six weeks.
onday, Feb. 4 and headed north on Mexico Cuota (tollroad) Hwy 15. We were making pretty good time until our navigator (yours truly) wasn’t paying attention and we accidentally got on Hwy 15 Libre (free road) in Culiacan. About 80 miles later we were able to hook back up with the toll road. The free road isn’t a bad road as it has just been repaved, but it’s two-lane and we had to slow down to a crawl through every tiny little village of which there were many.About 5:30 p.m. we pulled into a large Pemex truck stop north of Navajoa, filled up with diesel (at $2.25 per gal. USD) and found a spot to park for the night amongst the 18-wheelers. It was quiet and we had a good night’s sleep. There was a night guard who rode around the lot on his bicycle, so we also felt quite safe.
We left the Pemex at 7:30 Tuesday morning and drove the remaining 225 miles to Kino Bay, after a brief stop in Miguel Aleman to pick up a few groceries and replenish our pesos at the ATM. Miguel Aleman, (called Calle Doce, meaning 12th Street, by the locals) is a small town about 30 miles east of Kino. It has two small supermarkets reminiscent of those from the 50s, a couple Pemex stations, a bank, and a few other little shops.
When we reached the small Mexican fishing village of Old Kino, we pulled off the road onto a gravel area
and unhitched our towed vehicle. I was to make a quick run to the tortilla factory and Larry in our motor home would proceed to New Kino and the turnoff to the campground. I purchased tortillas and then made a quick stop at the bakery that has pastries to die for, then proceeded to meet Larry. As I drove into New Kino and came over a small rise, the sparkling waters of the Sea of Cortez and one and two-story white condos and homes of the town came into view. New Kino is inhabited primarily by Americans some of who have been coming here since the early 50s.About three-quarters of the way through town, I joined Larry where he was waiting at Punta Chueca Road, gave him his pastry and we proceeded to make the 12-mile drive over a mountain pass on a very rocky road that has been dubbed the road from hell. Now, 12 miles isn’t a long distance, but in an RV, at 10-15 mph it takes more than an hour. R
eactions to the road from first-timers have been anywhere from shock to hostility. We arrived about 3:15 and found a space to park our motor home for the next six weeks. 
2 comments:
I am SO HAPPY that you guys have a blog now! I love reading it. Friends of ours left yesterday from Tucson for a short trip to San Carlos and, I hope, Alamos. Before they left, we did a short slide show for them from our trips to MX. Those photos and your blog recall such great times there - we missed you all this year!
Keep up the good work. Norma, your writing is great. What a treat to be able to keep track of you this way.
Safe travels,
Laurie (and Odel)
Writing this morning from sunny Tucson, AZ, USA
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