A tiring day with lots of up and down, breaking 6000 feet for the first time. It took about 2 hours to completely escape Guadalajara, climbing, climbing all the time except for the annoyingly frequent downhill that I’d have to immediately pay back. It was a gloomy, gray day, which kept things cool but not very scenic. I got as far as Tepetitlán, which turns out to be a rather hilly town. As I write this, freshly arrived and sipping beer, not yet bathed, I don’t relish the idea of leaving in the morning and am considering staying two nights. I reevaluate once I’ve rejuvenated a bit.
I went to the main plaza and had a popsicle while looking for a hotel on my phone. A passing driver shouted “Welcome!” in English as I was taking this picture