October 26th (dia veintiseis) - Almost to the Copper Canyon
The fever isn't getting much better, but pure, stubborn will-power and determination (with a bit of medication) get me on my feet and onto the bike. As we had the bikes in the hotel last night, we didn't even bother unloading, making the departure easier.
Unfortunately the clock is ticking and soon I will have to be back in Montreal to work, so we have not much of choice but to push onwards and another long day ensues. I've heard great things about Mazatlan, claiming to have the worlds third largest carnival in the world, and regretfully could not spend time there. It'd be best seen during Carnival, anyway.
Pushing through the day, Mihai becomes almost completely exhausted from the heat, but tirelessly I drag him along with promises of what's to come. Tomorrow we will have a day of rest, and on friday we begin our descent into the Copper Canyon for some of the worlds best offroading!
Gone is the beautiful scenary of the pacific coast as we are surrounded by the bleak dessert, but also gone are the long and winding roads which have been replaced by beautifully straight and fixed highways.
Throughout the day, locked into a trance and the drugged with medication, I managed to somehow push my body past it's physical capabilities and at long last we arrived at El Fuerte, a couple hours drive from Batopilas, the entrance to the Copper Canyon. My entire body gives at last, as the fever finally takes complete hold of me and the best I can do is wash my face before completely collapsing in my bed, resting at last.