Night Patterns

We traveled today to Morelia on the first day of vacation. While it seems strange for retired people to take vacations, we have been very busy in Zihuatanejo with volleyball and were looking forward to seeing a new, cooler, part of the country. We have made the drive to Morelia a number of times since our arrival, so were not expecting any trouble. The Federal Policiá, however, had other ideas. After being on the road for an hour and a half we were stopped at a police check point and asked for our car papers. No problem, we had visited Customs in Lazaro Cardenas some months previous to start the process of getting a new, updated import sticker for our vehicle and received in return a letter authorizing travel until said sticker arrives. Unfortunately the officer chatting with us didn't agree this letter was sufficient and made us turn around (which was MUCH better than having our car confiscated as has happened to others).

Plan B was then put into action. We arrive back in Zihua around 14:30, rested and then caught a bus to Morelia. For the second day in a row we were traveling the highways of Mexico at night (the thing every travel guide tells you not to do), but we had little choice and absolutely no trouble, arriving at 22:15. A quick taxi ride and we were at our hotel. Because we had changed modes of transport, we couldn't bring near as much stuff and my tripod had been sacrificed, so the balcony room that I had worked so hard to reserve was less important. That combined with the lateness of the evening and tiredness of the photographer, led to this rather abstract ending photo of another long day.