After paying another damn parking ticket and getting my license plate back once again I took the ferry from La Paz to Mazatlan. It was actually a very good experience! It cost $190 for the motorcycle and me(the most basic seats). You can pay about $60 more for a cabin to yourself but I wanted the full authentic experience. You can also rent sleeping cushions for $4 and just put it on the floor and sleep there.
When strapping the motorcycles in I met a couple other motorcyclists. Connor, a guy from Arizona that wanted to camp all the way down to Guatemala and back who pointed out that my front tire was grossly worn down and a Dutch couple that bought some cheap 150cc Mexican motorcycles and just wanted to follow the coast road down to see a bunch of nice beaches.
We grabbed the free dinner together and sat together while we watched the live band perform and some Mexicans get extremely drunk.
After 12 hours of ferry and waking up to a Marvel movie blasting at 6am we finally arrived through the fog in Mazatlan. We rode together to a spot on the mountain with a nice view of the city for some breakfast and to rest a little bit.
Then I headed with the Dutch couple to the beach where we parked in the sand and basked in the sun for a couple hours.
Mazatlan was nice. It felt like Puerto Vallarta but much more locals. The locals take these trucks with seats in the bed that blast music all night and drink while riding around on the trucks.
My last night in Mazatlán I went to make a margarita and the glass shattered in my hand. I immediately knew I needed stitches and had to call an uber to bring me to the hospital. We went there where they gave me 6 stitches and sent me on my way. All for $130. But I cut the nerve in my ring finger and can now only feel half of it which really sucks.
But I needed to drive down to Puerto Vallarta for 7 hours the next day to drop the motorcycle off and get to work. So in the morning I packed my stuff, shoved my bloody fingers in my glove and only used my thumb, pointer, and middle finger on my right hand for the throttle with my 2 little fingers pointed up like a true English gentleman
I left my motorcycle with a couchsurfer named Abraham and his Argentinian girlfriend while I went back to work for some more flying. They were super sweet and had a crazy pup named Melky. He would aggressively nudge my hand to give him pets. I’ve never seen a dog want scritches more than good ole Melky.