An ancient aqueduct led us from Morelia...
to fields of wild flowers ...
to a very long wonderful winding forest road that took us through national parks which contained small towns, many butterflies and spectacular views.
Millions of monarch butterflies migrate from north east USA 2500km each year to over winter in the area - in a 200 sq m UNESCO heritage forest near Zitacuaro which we rode through today. .
Farmland is often immaculately kept. This looked like stud farms in Matamata. We were at high altitudes 6-8,000' and many hillsides were planted in crops, like maize.
I am not sure what this grain crop is. Maybe quinoa. The landscape was panted various shades of russet.
Beyond the petrol pumps at this Pemex station is a chapel.
Lovely stained glass and small pews inside.
Diagonally opposite is a liquor store and the sanitarios.
We passed through many km of lush horticultural land. One valley was completely filled with white plastic growing houses. I could see roses, carnations and other flowers inside them. We are only about 100km from Mexico city which is a huge market.
The road is blocked by striking students and teachers.
Ken and Dick talked with the police while I guarded the bikes. When ken told the policeman that we were teachers in NZ we were allowed through. Dick was an honorary maestro for the occasion.
Men and maps....
I am very lucky to have two men taking care of logistics.
Liz the Garmin GPS has been quite regal in her resistance to Spanish and to performing her tasks as map guide in Mexico. She has steadfastly refused to respond to Dick's ministrations so he reverted to maps. Just as well he was a boy scout once upon-a-time.
Ken admirably took the major responsibility for directions whilst we were on the road - as his Karen GPS is obliging.
Lots of manly map reading.
Dick asking the police for an alternate route so that we can get round the road blocked with striking students and teachers.
A local adviser.
At the petrol station.
Liz is back.
I kidnapped Liz and hooked her up to this computer and I got down to business telling her what to do. When I asked for the admin password wonderful marvellous Eulalio provided both the password and some help with the Spanish computer terms.
This photo shows the gratitude I felt to Eulalio for his help.
I have been well trained in computer problem solving by my sons. Now Eulalio is my adopted Mexican son.
Location:Morelia to Ixtapan