After Mazatlan I headed south on Mx 15 and made it almost to Tepic before I had my next mechanical problem. In short because I’m almost as sick of writing about mechanical issues as having them:
Electrics were shot and I had to push start (not fun, really not fun)
Internet said it was probably the regulator or stator. A local shop in Tepic thought it was the regulator and recommended going to Guadalajara where there was a Kawasaki shop.

This was around the second week of March and the gravity of Covid19 was finally starting to sink in, even if most people seemed to be blatantly ignoring it (other than the occasional mask). It did throw in an air of uncertainty that somehow resulted in me waiting two weeks for the shop to tell me that it wasn’t the regulator but some sort of wire and a shot battery.

I had plenty of time to explore.

During the two weeks stuck in Guadalajara it was becoming clearer and clearer that whether things actually got shut down in Mexico or not continuing to travel and potentially spread Covid19 would be irresponsible.

The question was where to go. Going back to the US seemed kind of pointless, I was unlikely to find a job and things are more expensive there, on the other hand potentially getting stuck in a country where I don’t speak the language during a pandemic isn’t exactly a thrilling idea either.

In the end I decided to stay in Mexico, if I’m going to be stuck inside it might as well be someplace the beer is cheap. I found an apartment in Ciudad Guzman and have been holed up here since.