Out of deference to my injuries I had decided in the night that I’d forgo Pasó del Cortes and take a gentler route along the southern edge. I quickly discovered my routing apps had lied to me again, putting me on dirt and rocky roads
The slow going gave me plenty of time to ponder my decision. I was finding myself disappointed about missing the pass, even though I knew it was going to hurt. Not having any confidence in my current route turning to pavement anytime soon, I reverted to plan A when I intersected the highway to Amencameca, gateway to Pasó del Cortes
It calls itself the Pueblo of Poetry because of her, considered by Wikipedia as “ one of the most important female authors in Spanish language literature”. I knew none of this at the time, I merely paused, photographed, and pedaled on
My plan was to spend two nights in Amencameca. It’s supposed to be cloudy and cold with a chance of rain tomorrow but sunny the day after. I stopped at a restaurant just outside Amencameca and when I was finished I found I really didn’t want to ride anymore. I checked out the hotel across the street
It had a hotel side and a motel side. You could get cheaper rooms on the motel side, but only for 6 hours or from 10 pm to 8 am with no in and out privileges. I took a more expensive but unrestricted room on the hotel side where I figure my neighbors would be quieter. No heat, but plenty of hot water which is a huge plus. A long, hot shower at the end of a tiring ride is better than beer
