And until everybody is again accomodated on the roof of the bus it's already pretty dark.
Then we have to wait until the sky turns pink and red. Of course the students first have to take pictures of the sunset.
#Zona del silencio driver
After the driver tells us about a mountain with interesting plants that they want to climb the next day, we decide to move on together with them. Near here we also meet the happy group from Durango. So we can only admire the javelinas in a cage which got a visit from a turkey vulture. And the Señora who guards the house normally hides behind the high walls from strangers. We decide to go there to talk a little to the people about their projects. A little later we reach a fork in the road where the research station of the "Reserva de la Biosfera" is announced on a sign. A faded Coca Cola sign gives evidence of once better times. A packrat lives in the upholstery of the seat.
#Zona del silencio drivers
Big spiders settled in the drivers cabin of an old rusty truck. This spectacle goes on for many kilometres until you reach a little hill with an abandoned Rancho. Then you push the pedal to the metal to escape the fine silt, and you're followed by a long cloud of dust. Here you choose the best track, but they are all equally dusty. This you can feel as soon as you reach the maze of roads that leads through the endless plains. There's no cloud in sight, no rain has fallen since months, everything is bone-dry, dusty. Our second trip is crowned with more success. As we learn later, only tractors can deal with those mud holes. That's why we camped a little away from the real Zona del Silencio. The deep tracks in the mud spoke for itself. On our first trip into the Zona del Silencio, in April of 2001, it rained a lot, very abnormal for this time of the year, and a normally totally dry river bed was transformed into a mud hole where others have practised with their cars before us.
asperrima) which we can photograph in peace and quiet. Shortly before that, everything was quite different:Ībsolute silence, divine quiet, a gentle wind, dark blue sky as far as the eye can see, beautiful Agaves ( Agave asperrima ssp. Immediately we're offered some beer, after all we should be quickly as cheerful and loud as our new friends. From the bus pour 12 people, photographic students from Durango with their "Profe" (professor), the "Capo" (driver) and another silent helper. All of that in the Zona del Silncio, the Zone of Silence. Engine noise, then loud howls out of a big green Mercedes bus.
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