Sonora into Sinaloa

Yesterday we left Hermsillo bright and early, getting out of these towns back onto the highway is always a trip and this was no exception. Approximately 35 turns later, we were on Mexico 15, the cuota or toll road, the most expensive in the world (truth) works out to about 10 cents per mile traveled. We paid fiv e tolls today, about $12 for both bikes each time. One Federale stop, they looked in one bag, rather perfunctorily and waved us thro. Did McBreakfast in Guaymas, on the coast, quite pretty and traded the Nev ada like desert of Sonora for green fertile farmlands of the state of Sinaloa..........reminds me of the CA Central Valley.
Another great road sign to add to the ones I listed last year. "Reduce Your Speed, Your Family is Waiting for You"
Rode all over the town of Guamuchil trying to find a hotel with wi-fi sans success.

This mornin g (Wednesday) picked up some oil from the local Honda shop, breakfasted at a little (room for maybe 8 people) taqueria. Finally done with the b loody toll road, now on a two-lane highway which runs parallel to the cuota. Not much of a problem passing on our bikes.En route to Mazatlan, we hit some good curves in the mountains and (this is for Brother Jim ) i.e. " I was XX leanin' Man!" OK hit Mazatlan and there is some sort of Bike Week going on! Their version of Sturgis I guess. Snapped some shots of the famous Monumento de Pescadores . Nob ody knows exactly why both the fisherman and the mermaid are nude.............
Getting OUT of Mazatlan was awful........we rode around for nearly an hour, winding thro crappy residential areas and nearly got creamed making a left turn just as the light changed. This used up so much time, there was no way we could make our goal of Tepic before dark. Fortunately, the delightful town of Acaponeta showed up and we rode our bikes up some gnarly steps into the lobby of the Hotel Plaza where they assured us they would b e safe. 350 miles today and a nice $32 room . Wandered around the town plaza, ate dinner and watched dancers at a jazz festival they were having. No Internet here either in the hotel so thisis written at an Internet cafe next door.