The morning after the night before Mexico Independence Day was akin to Boxing Day in a rural corner of England. The highways were deliciously quiet, deserted even and the streets had become all but bare. Riding down the empty roads gave rise to revelling in a deep quietness. For a moment, I imagined what it would be […]
17-22 Sept 2015 – Top times in Zacatecas, undeserving times in Durango and biding our time in Mazatlán
