The pilgrims were long gone by the time I rolled down to the plaza in search of coffee, papaya and tamales. There were fireworks around 6 am, I assume they were related to the pilgrims. It was the first sunny day in quite a while, and made for a much more enjoyable ride. I briefly touched 7,000 feet for the first time and temperatures were pleasant. I crossed into Guanajuato state just above San Francisco del Rincón and found it a much bigger town than I expected. A proper city, in fact, with a Walmart. It didn’t feel safe to park my loaded bike there, so I skipped it and came back later once I’d found a hotel. I wanted to check out their camera selections and discovered there were none to be had. It was for the best, because I soon after got word from Kent that my abandoned camera which he’d rescued was en route to my sister, who is organizing a supply package. I can wait.
Looking back at San Miguel from the first hill. I’m riding state highway JAL 304 which has an excellent shoulder and also low traffic
I came upon a broken down van of local tourists headed to Leon, and they asked if I had any pliers. I loaned them mine and they gave me coffee and pastries while the driver fixed a hose
The grandiose entrance to tiny San Diego, which I skipped. There’s a group of road cyclists taking a picture of themselves after finishing their ride from somewhere else
My hotel is in the middle of town on a busy street, but it is inexpensive, with good windows and is quiet inside. No elevator, I had to haul everything up to the top floor
