After a few days rest in Durango we headed onto to Zacatecas, an old silver mining town, although we had done much of the hill climbing on the way to Durango, our legs must have been tired as we found the next couple of days quite hard, however arriving in Zacatecus really made it all worth it.
Even in the mountains the landscape was still very desert like.
The small town of Sombrerete on the way, gave us some idea of what was to come, there seemed to be more churches than anything else, a lovely little place to wander around after a days cycling.
The holy town of Plateros.
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun…
Zacatecus, the view from our hostel’s roof top terrace.
Wandering the back streets of the old town, sometimes felt like you had stepped back in time.
The old town Zacatecus.
Fresh fruit stands in the market.
The colourful houses creep up the slopes, out of the heart of the old town.
Most of our time was spent in the market places, just taking everything in, as with Christmas at home the streets got busier and busier in the build up to Christmas Eve.
It seemed like Zacatecas had cast a spell on us, we had planned to spend Christmas in Aguascalientes 120km down the road. On the morning of the 23rd, got up early, carried our bikes and bags down the hostel stairs, packed up and set of. We made it to the bakery at the end of the street before all deciding that really we didn’t want to leave at all! So back to the hostel, much to the amusement of the owner and Christmas in Zacatecas instead!
Christmas Eve, The team all ready for dinner!!
Christmas dinner, we all joined in, to prepare a huge feast!