Outside my home office, snow flakes blow past as winter has Belgium (and most of Western Europe) firmly in its grips. Our yearly January sailing trip to the Canary Islands has become the latest victim of the COVID pandemic: with a lot of luck, we might have gotten there, chartered a boat and returned while conforming with shifting sanitary constraints. But the hassle – and the risk to catch the d… bug – dissuaded us. Meanwhile, the extraordinary Vendée Globe…
As our faithful readers know by now, this trip exposes the traveler to contrasts of many types. After many weeks in deserts and on Pacific beaches, we conquered the mountainous plateaus of the central Sierra (see our last post from the Copper Canyon) on our way to the colonial cities surrounding Mexico City. Our craving for “culture” was entirely satisfied by extensive strolls through the likes of Zacatecas, Guanajuato, Dolores Hidalgo, San Miguel de Allende, Querétaro, Morelia, with their elaborate…
Our friends in the Luxembourg Land-Rover Club would be proud of us: after convincing us to make the trip in a Land-Rover and taking us to a few off-road training outings in and around Luxembourg, we felt ready for what was waiting for us in the Barranca del Cobre, the Copper Canyon National Park in Nort-West central Mexico. Usually, people take a posh tourist train from Los Mochis (Sinaloa province) to Creel (Chihuahua province): a feat of railroad engineering, it makes…
This is our first post from “South of the border”, as the Americans like to put it. Despite all the reading about Mexico and all the discussions with fellow travelers and Mexican expatriates alike, there’s nothing quite like the actual thing: Tijuana immediately sucks you into a very different world, caracterised by chaos, unfamiliar sounds, smells and sights. General disorientation ensues, bienvenidos a Mexico!! After the initial shock, the Baja manages to soothe you quite quickly with its fine but…