Sinaloa

We`ve survived our longest journey on the Autopista yet and made it to Los Mochis where we´re resting for a few days. Drivers in Mexico seem to be more courtious than their northern counterparts, with the exception of those truckers that see it fit to hit their engine breaks alongside of us (BBBRRAAATTTPPPPTTHHHAAAPPPAA!!!!!!!!!! - the worst sound I can imagine at this point). There seems to be a lot of SUVs with California plates headed south for the holidays, (over)packed with gifts and other stuff. Those CA plates tend to give us less space than the locals as well. Maybe they can´t see as well from behind the glittery bows and plastic junk they have packed the vehicle with. Or maybe Los Angeles breeds spiteful drivers (it would be hard not to be bitter - bikes don`t have to wait in traffic).

On the autopista we have: fewer dogs chasing us (from 30/day to nearly 0), more trucks, more road grime, fewer places to break, more checkpoints and soldiers, more friendly honks, more unfriendly honks, more horns that sound like sirens, less chillness in general. I hope to get off it soon, but it seems to be the best route south from here for a ways.

We continue to be met with entusiastic friendlyness and good cheer - I wonder if Mexicans bike touring in the US would be met with such kindness. I should hope so.