Slept in a dungeon of a motel just far enough away from the Pan Americana for comfort.
A cold start at altitude but as the sun came up and we hurtled downhill, all became better. great scenery with rolling hills backed by mammoth mountain ranges.
The usual fast steep downhilld were followed by the ever present opposite of slow, painful ascents.
Arrived in ChiChi fairly early still undecided on the plan for the day. Had Teresa's gears fixed in town (only had 3 gears coming up the last hill!)
Found the famous market, sat to people watch over a 50 cents bag of mandarins. Decided to stay so booked into Hotel El Telephono, an interesting, cheap hostel overlooking the town's brightly coloured graveyard.
More guests arrived and we had to make a retreat from our retreat due to a group of boringly clean and wholesome young north Americans and Danes chattering loudly in front of our room.