Tuesday April 2, 2013 Travel Day
Between Hacienda Contreras
outside of Valle de Juarez, Jalisco and San Miguel de Allende in the state of
Guanajuato, Mexico:
Distance: 344Km = 206 miles. First error (and really the only navigational error
of the day): I was leading in my
RV and made a wrong turn heading into Jiquilpan and we ended up in the city
center – noisy, narrow streets and traffic. I noticed that we were outside a police station, so stopped
to ask a policeman for directions out of Jiquilpan and how to get on the
highway to Sahuayo de Morelos.
He indicated that I should wait a moment while he spoke with another officer and instructed
the second policeman to escort [in his police car] both Renate and me (in our
separate rigs) out of the city so we wouldn’t have to go on any narrow streets
or get any more lost than we’d already managed to do!
So, these are the bandito police in Mexico? I disagree – they’re polite,
knowledgeable and helpful. When
he’d ushered us to the highway entry for Sahuayo, he gave a friendly salute and
a “Qué le vaya bien.” (“I wish that you will go well”). [That attitude has been the norm
wherever I’ve had any dealings with ‘the law.' They've always tried to be
helpful].
It was
very slow going through Sahuayo de Morelos, and the other little pueblos until
we got to La Barca where we entered the toll highway to Yurécuaro, which we
skirted around and headed towards La Piedad de Cabadas.
The terms ‘highway,’ ‘toll road,’ etc.
do NOT have the same meaning as we’re used to in the States and Canada. One reason is that Mexico is in the
midst of a quest to become a late 20th or 21st century
country; there’s an inordinate amount of highway construction, repair, etc.
causing delays and detours, etc.
And, as the highways often transect the towns and cities, each pueblo
has murderous speed bumps where I really have to come to almost a complete
stop to avoid jarring everything out of cabinets and drawers of the ‘house’).
We also skirted around La Piedad and headed towards Irapuato, on Mexico 90,
passing Penjamo and Abasolo. We
turned East just before Irapuato on to Mex 45D and were able to bypass
Salamanca and Celaya, two larger, crowded cities. At Celaya
we turned North on Mexico 51 for the last 39 Km to San Miguel de Allende.
Renate
had memorized the detailed instructions in the Church’s book for entering the
city and finding the Weber Tennis Club and RV Park. We literally drove right to the park, where you pull over
and go ring the gate bell. The
owner, Hans Weber, Mexican mother and German father – hence the sons’ names are
Hans and Walter! – came out and guided each rig into the park through a narrow
gate; but from there it was a cinch to back the rigs into the reserved spots
across from each other.
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