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Train Guards - The one in black has a machine gun slung behind him - apparently the train used to get robbed a lot before they started having armed guards

The train ride back to Creel was much more enjoyable, seeming to go relatively without a hitch, this time lasting only 14 hours or so, and getting to Creel in time for a late dinner.

I enjoyed the trip much more this time, finally feeling better, and having much nicer weather. I took lots and lots of pictures, which, after culling through them, were mostly rubbish, but a few good ones mixed in, which I’ve posted (see the photos link on the sidebar).

I have to say though, I’m very tired of sitting on trains, and very much ready to be back on the bike (yeah, that’s sitting too, but it’s different - at least it’s active). As you can see from the pics, the train ride is spectacular, though I’m not totally convinced it was worth the three days I spent going. But hey, you never know until you try.

Tomorrow I’m planning on giving the bicycle another shot, being day 7 of the doctor’s roders of not riding for a week. Close enough, right? We’ll see how I go. Plans haven’t solidified yet, but I’ll either do a day ride around here, ride out to Divisidero for the night, or head on towards Hidalgo del Parral. The latter would be the prudent option, if I were still under the impression I was going to make it to Mexico City under my own power, which is pretty laughable at this point, given how much time I’ve lost. I think it might have been stretching it to begin with, anyway.