Los Mochis

 

Last meal at Mexico City Airport. Another taco.  Note the unusually shaped chips.

On 30th September (here), we flew to Los Mochis.  We were in an Embraer 190, which was chockers.  But being at sea level again is wonderful!

I sat next to a young man who saw my CO2 meter and knew what it was.  His job was to monitor CO2 levels for potatoes in storage, which are then sold to Frito Lay.  We did  our best to have a conversation, but I got a lot of heads-up on Los Mochis, which was his home town.  He reassured me it was safe, but in Mexico City, he felt very "insecure" and would hurry back to his hotel.  Hardly a selling point!

But Los Mochis is a much smaller affair.  We are now in rural Mexico, which is very interesting.  I am not recommending it as a tourist destination unless you are fascinated by Mexico, but with a company that takes care of everything, it is good way to see it.  Not a lot of English is spoken, so getting some Spanish under your belt would be useful.