I was just thinking about our trip through Culiacan, the day after our Steven King night. We were planning on stopping in Los Mochis but the park there was closed. We continued on a few hours to the next likely stop, Culiacan. We pulled into town and got hit with a blast of rush hour traffic. Except it wasn't rush hour. Turns out Culiacan is the capital of the state plus, it's not a town, it's a big city. We had no idea where we were or how to get to our overnight site. There wasn't even a place to pull over.
Finally, I found a parking lot and pulled in. Went into the store and I guess I looked pretty pitiful because one of the workers said, "Follow me", went out, got into his truck, and drove for 45 minutes through the downtown area with us following, people on cell phones cutting in, not caring how big the bus was, like being back in New York. Yikes. Finally, we got to our spot and he drove off, after us thanking him for saving our lives. We'd still be driving around Culiacan if not for him.
The next morning we were up way early and beat it south and avoided the big traffic. Whew!
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