Alaska to Mexico Marathon. Day 27. 23 September 2023.

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Not a good way to begin the day. A burst hydraulic pipe on the other end of the ram that gave us trouble yesterday.
Just general scenery on the way south.
More.
The dreams of so many that went sour. Abandoned building.
More dreams that went awry. These sites overlook the water and beautiful views out to sea. Done and dusted.
More of the same. So many projects that just didn’t make it. But it’s a long way to come on the roads that we’ve traversed so far. Not really a place to visit and to stay or have a holiday home. Good place to disappear into.
Changing landscapes on the way south.
Not all that expensive.
At a tea stop. The temperature is high.
Three locals that own the cafe.
At the test track at San Juan del Mar. cars stacked up awaiting their turn after a competitor became bogged in very loose sand. We had a good ride during this test. Having watched all of the other cars do their thing on this event we sort of knew what to do. Two extremely sharp hairpins in 400 mm deep loose hot sand. Many cars got stuck and had to be towed out. Steve kept his cool and his foot down on the accelerator to keep them wheels turning. We didn’t do many straight lines but unconventionally kept us going and achieve the result of finishing. Great fun and a lot of laughs throughout.
At the end of the High Tide regularity. Always checking competitors are accounted for.
Changing scenery.
Changing
Not a windblown forest. A cactus forest.
A lunch stop. Note. All the other cars have left. We were “tail end Charlie” once again. But we were in the shade. It’s hot!
Villages. Very poor areas.
The only bright colours on the track for many a day.
Barrenness. This country is useless for anything. No one lives here. No animals, just small bushes hanging on to dear life.
The army out on manoeuvres.
Wasteland.
Welcome!!
An agriculture station. The attendant asked for money and Steve gave him a coin. A peso? Maybe less. He gratefully waved us through.
It’s a mess. , that’s how they live. It’s normal.
Our hotel Terra Sal Betty being checked over. The brake sender unit still playing up.

This is the best way that can describe the country that we’ve driven through. It’s hot tedious and dry. It’s a very long way to travel and we’ve got three more days of it. Mostly now on tarmac.

We could feel the change in the atmosphere as we approach the Pacific Ocean. Dropped the temperature down considerably. Most welcome.

There are drinks here at 5pm but we’ll not attend since we both don’t drink. Competitors are requested to supply their own juice and water is not free here. We’ll get to the first diner sitting.

It’s been another tiring day.

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