Ahome – Diaz Ordaz - 62km ^131
Earthquakes seemed part of life in Ahome and quite a common
occurrence. As I waited for Ernest to finish loading his bike, the earth
shook violently and no one even batted an eyelid. I considered it best
to get out of Ahome in a hurry. The following day I read a 5.6
magnitude earthquake had struck Ahome. The epicentre was
approximately 97 kilometres west of Ahome, at a depth of 10.1
kilometres. Fortunately, there were no significant injuries or damage
reported.
It became a frustrating day cycling into the wind. I can handle
mountains, heat, a lack of water and food, but the friggin’ headwind
always gets me down. It’s cruel and persistent and seems to do
everything in its power to push you back to your starting point.
Diaz Ordaz – Navojoa - 105km
As if backtracking wasn’t terrible enough, backtracking into the wind
was worse, making the desert-like scenery even more desolate. We
battled on, only crawling into Navojoa by the time our shadows had
grown long.
Novajoa – Ciudad Obregon - 70km
By then, the weather was bitterly cold, both in the mornings and
during the day. The sky was clear and a bright blue, but the
conditions remained icy and windy. Fortunately, the distance to
Obregon was barely 70 kilometres. The landscape by then was
barren, dry and windswept, with just an old railway line, and
abandoned and forlorn-looking railway buildings. I was thoroughly
miserable and in Obregon chose an expensive, sunny and warm
room.