Leaving Zapotiltic later today. We got held up by unexpected circumstances.
I had just told my new friend Juan about how every night in Aticama I would have to kill a couple of scorpions that had set up under my matress. They were everywhere I told him.
Then we went out to check out the horse in the backyard. It was dark. I put my hand on a post, and got stung by something. When the poison traveled up my arm, I knew wasnÂ´t just a bee.
The venom and pain coursed itÂ´s way through my arm, ending at my shoulder. Within thirty minutes, my arm was both asleep and throbbing with pain.
Two days later, the pain is gone, and my arm is awake, but my middle finger is stubbornly numb.
Oddly enough, a day after I got stung; Goat managed to step on one and get his pinky stung. Fortunately, his reaction did not include numbness, just the exquisite pain.
Currently weÂ´re heading to Uruapan and the beautiful surrounding national park. Through more extensive research on Google Earth/Maps and a greater ability to communiate with the locals; we have finally found the off-road routes weÂ´ve been looking for. And continue to find ourselves blissfully lost on the mountain brechas, riding through misty mountain trails.