Yolanda’s bit
The Ferrocarril joins Chihuahua (south of Texas) with the Pacific ocean. Originally it started being an ordinary train service but due to its success among non-locals because of the smashing sights it crosses it lead with time to this other turistic version.

A twelve hour journey that traverses the Barrranca del Cobre (Copper Canyon), four times larger than Arizona's Grand Canyon. It is breathtaking if not very fast. It gives you the feeling of crossing the dangerous Canyon on an eighteen century's vapour train, and you keep watching out for feathered Indians.

We got to Chihuahua three hours later than expected. We were delayed (we had to stop and wait on the rails) by an accident that took place the day before in which a train same as ours went off the rails. One death: the driver. At some point of the traject, we were three trains on two rails so that took some backtracking and waiting too. We were only allowed fifteen minutes stop when we got to the top of the canyon to get out of the train and admire the sights. You had to make the choice between looking and sighing or grabbing something to eat from the local stalls set up at this exact spot waiting for hungry tourists to come off the train. We did both in a hurry under the screams of the train conductor who was already proding us to get on the bus after only ten minutes out.

Chihuahua. 9pm. We shared a cab with two girls and were dropped at Hotel San Juan