October 27th (dia veintiseite) - El Fuerte
Waking in El Fuerte, ironically meaning "The Strong" as I was at my weakest having finally broken the fever through the night with sheer willpower, leaving the bed a pool of sweat like no other.
We lazed through the day expecting a quick two hour drive to Batopilas...
Finally setting out around one in the afternoon from this beautiful colonial town, feeling alive but still very weak after combatting the fever all night, we rode north until we hit a dirt road. Asking around, it was confirmed that this was the road to Batopilas. Alright, we can handle a littler dirt road, onwards we push, taking it a bit slower.
Problems arose everytime we hit an intersection, no signs existed out here, so asking directions we were told Batopilas was still four hours away. Checking the time, it being five, we decided to head back to town and tackle this in the morning, rested and refreshed.