Maravatio, Age, and Compulsion

My drive from Maravatio started pleasant enough under the circumstances.
Not far from Maravatio I started into some hilly or mountainous country and drove through a bit of a town that reminded me a bit of Bisibee, Arizona and of a Tasco, Mexico of about forty or 50 years ago. It might have been Tlalpujahua.

It was on this drive from Maravatio that I came to see that I was quickly getting beyond the time I could enjoy solo driving trips and perhaps most solo trips. I also began to see that some of my travel often may have had a compulsive component that deserved consideration from me.

Not Always Beautiful

From the beautiful setting of Erendira with its beautiful skys and pure air I moved on to the interesting city of Maravatio by way of Ucareao and a rather winding path. All pleasant except for a brush with employees of the wide-spread hydro-electric facilities. Brush was so close that it snapped back one of my outside mirrors.
In Maravatio I took a room in an attractive hotel with an interesting woman manager. Paid only P200, but after a nice meal across the street in was driven out of that nice room within about 3 hours by the repeated, and I believe malicious, slamming of the metal door of the room across from mine. The young woman occupant of that room and I had been laying on my bed trying unsuccessfully to connect my laptop to the hotel wireless. Because we hadn't been introduced and because I found the situation a bit amusing, I said, "Who are you anyway?" I guess my young helper took it badly because shortly began the slamming. My nerves were soon in bad shape.
Left and began a marathon drive of about 35 hours! Drove all of two nights and a good part of two days. Was troubled by an intestinal upset during that time. Still am somewhat troubled by it.