The line of truckers stretched for about a mile, or as far as we could see. In the distance blue lights continue flashing. The motorcycle riders worked their way to the front of the line, getting redirected twice, until finally arriving at an official looking entry. The first guy wanted to see each riders motorcycle insurance papers, while a Marina Camouflaged guy with an M16 rifle covered him. No problema.
Next we rode over to the second guy who wanted to weigh us (or rather our motorcycles). We paid 60 pesos for the privilege of knowing the bikes weight.
At the Venta De Boletos ticket counter sit three young and beautiful Sinaloa women ready to process the whole enchilada. We individually turn in our prepaid ticket vouchers, weight ticket and identification to the youngest one while the other two play with their hair, watch a novella on their monitors or continue to look board and beautiful.
We rode back to the pop up tent and turned in the grocery store style weight receipt to yet another attendant that redirected us to the main ferry building.
While the young one is processing our paperwork a drop dead gorgeous blondish supervisor comes into the room of the three attendants.
She is kid you not, holding an open sample size of lip gloss. She raves about its color, texture and the way it feels on her gorgeous lips. Soon the whole system grounds down to a halt as the three girls look on. It took a little doing before they each figured out that they were at work.
Soon the supervisor made a command decision that we could not be checked in until our entire party was present. That’s the way it’s done here. Smiles all around. No one is remotely upset about the process, except for maybe the Canadian in the group.
Speaking of Canadians. We have two. The one we call Larry is 70 years old. The young girl wanted proof from him that he is capable of climbing up and down seven decks of the ferry before she could proceed. We laughed. She laughed and said she was serious. That’s when I quickly whip out my iPhone and show her a picture of Larry and company rappelling in Copper Canyon. That’s all the proof she needed. One can only do so much of this work before needing a break, or, at least a cold beer. We go back to Roberto’s truck and everyone enjoys a cold one.
Oddly enough, what I an experiencing right now more than anything else is gratitude and knowing that I have experienced an amazing past two weeks with a great bunch of guys. We have bonded, experienced parts of Mexico that most don’t even know exist. We’ve also helped each other out in more ways than anyone else will ever know.
My first Gpskevin ride was back in 2016. I’ve done countless rides since then but, this one will forever stand out as the best organized one thanks to Yoda Roberto and Luis. In addition to riding the most amazing country, we ate the finest of foods, zip lined and rappelled the Barranca de Cobra, aka Copper Canyon and even went on a hike and serious mine tour.
Mexican proverb: A ver a un velorio y a divertirse a un fandango (There’s a time and a place when people should enjoy themselves.
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