Now cured, the truck is frisky, she paws the ground, she wants a good gallop.
A two day drive to the coast. So beautiful; mountains, plains, huge distances, no traffic. The truck revels in her health. She swoops and glides down to Durango. At a roadblock, I give a heavily armed FBI agent, his words, $150 because I do not have a vehicle importation paper. Fair cop. I hope he buys his señorita a pretty dress.
The road from Durango to the coast is a classic. It cuts through mountains and deep gorges by means of probably hundreds of tunnels and extravagant viaducts. One of the great drives. Sorry, I didn’t take any photos.
I camp at Caimanero beach. Of course, there is a fish restaurant just a couple of minutes walk away.
Grey whales frolic just off the beach. Dolphins play games with the breaking waves.
I start on the short hop down to San Blas but am much delayed by the wildlife beside the road.
I have reached San Blas! It was give or take for a couple of days but the truck is running better than ever. A glorious future awaits!