I miss Baja. As inhospitable as the Baja was, at least it welcomed us in at night with a cool, dry, flat place to sleep. There may have been man-eating mosquitoes but at least there weren’t tent-eating ants.
The only clearing we could find yesterday evening was beside a cell tower. After the ant attack we snuck into the structure through a hole in the wall and set up the tent on a cement platform.
It takes the mosquitoes just a few minutes to figure out how to get in the tent through the new holes. Due to the condition of the tent we really do not want to camp tonight. We decide to push hard for Tepic, the capitol city of the state of Nayarit, 69 miles away with a massive climb at the end. At least the elevation should provide some relief from the heat and humidity. The plan is to find a hotel tonight and a store tomorrow that has materials to repair the tent. Ideally, we will find a mosquito bed net and a hot glue gun. We’re sure they exist in Tepic, the question is finding them. Otherwise, Plan B is duct tape.
We arrive at the outskirts of Tepic late, after dark, our bodies wasted. Dripping with sweat, our hair crusty and stiff with accumulated salt. All this sweating creating the distinct smell of ammonia. In other words: We’re starting to smell like piss. Scott is so dehydrated his muscles are cramping every couple of minutes and he’s getting wonky. It’s Saturday night. We need to get off the road asap. Hotel options are limited at our current location. We are only 4 miles from the city center which has more hotels but it took us an hour to do the last 4 miles. We’re done. We check into a nearby hotel, but it’s the kind where rooms are rented in 12 hour increments and each room has its own attached garage for privacy, among other notable things.