Riding a motorcycle for months on end, and traveling the way we have, has its challenges. I wouldn’t exactly call it roughing it, but there are certainly a few sacrifices you have to make to travel like this. We are… Read More ›
At the southern end of the peninsula where Mazatlan rests, there is a pyramid of an island with a lighthouse perched on top. It is known simply by the Spanish word for lighthouse, El Faro. The small hotel we are… Read More ›