There are many reasons to want to go on a tour. One is that you don't have to plan the logistics of hotels or risk a taxi driver taking you to a really bad one out in the middle of some campo, figure out where and when to catch a bus, try to find a place where you can get vegetables to eat that aren't going to make you sick, negotiate with taxi drivers, miss out on seeing a museum because "everybody knows the museums are closed on Mondays!", etc. The bad thing about tours is that often there is a lot of sitting and being transported, and OMG how they feed you!! Every meal we had so far, and this was day five, was overwhelmingly good food and way too much of it. I felt bad several times at how much we left on our plates, and hoped at least some of it would be recycled to pigs, dogs, or even people, rather than just thrown out.
Tuesday, two more hikes were planned. The rough-n-ready hikers took off early for their 20 mile hike up to a remote canyon, while those of us nursing blisters and horrid colds went on the 6 mile ruins tour.
|Ruins of the silver mill.|
|What is left of the mill owner's home.|
|Judy peeking out her window.|
After the hike, some of us wandered around the town where we found an internet cafe (not open till late afternoon), several small groceries, several more bars, a lot of loose hungry dogs, and one poor old starving cow who was foraging the leaves from a tree that fell in a small park. There was no grass and nothing on the bushes.
People worked at washing clothes in the river and cutting wood out in the flats of the river bed. Some had car and tool repair businesses and there were a few stores with clothing and hardware. In general it was a small town without much going on. There was one new hotel being built. I assume the owner is hoping the new road will bring back the visitors. And the clinic was being expanded into a new hospital, so there were some publicly funded jobs to be had.
That evening we were in for a big surprise.
The hotel manager had arranged for a 4 piece band to come play for us while we had Happy Hour in the largest patio. He also furnished some locally made mescal and tequila. The mescal was exquisite, flavored and aged with raisins which mellowed it and added several layers of flavorful complexity. As it got darker, and we got drunker, we began to dance. Some of us knew the waltz, the rumba, salsa and other formal dances, but most of us simply did the monkey bouncing that we all learned as teenagers. We danced and drank for two hours. It was just delightful, and I think all of us had lost track of time, not realizing that it was Valentine's Day. Afterwards, we went for another too-filling dinner at a local restaurant. I felt very sad to leave that hotel and the sweet people of Batopilas, and knew I would really miss that luxurious bed!!
|A painted ceiling in the salon.|
|Antique furniture is found throughout the hotel.|
|One of several outdoor patios, this one with a fountain.|
|Dining room open to the outdoors on three sides.|
|Part of the newer section of the hotel.|
|Sculptures were on display|
throughout the living areas.
|The hotel's lovely Mexican kitchen.|