The copper canyon railway, unfortunately, has one down side; in order to get the train you have to visit the town of Los Mochis, a place without a single redeeming feature, a s*** tip and also quite scarey to boot. Much worse than Salford. As we had arrived late from La Paz, we decided to stay a day here to take a break before getting the Copper Canyon train to Creel, and then Chihuahua. We got the tickets sorted for the train and I even managed to book us a place to stay in Creel with my terrible Spanish. Muy Bueno.The next morning we set off on the chuffer. Me and Sharon had splashed out on first class tickets, whilst Dale was travelling an hour behind us on the economy service. The train ride was great, some of the photos have already been posted so you can see what the views were like for your self. About half way to Creel, the train stopped for 15 mins at the view you see above, Divisadero. Here there were lots of Children pestering and Indian ladies constantly trying to sell me native baskets, blankets and authentic wrist bands and after elbowing my way through the throng, kneeing a couple of the more persistant children in the mush and punching one of the older, weaker looking Indian ladies, got to a view point looking out over the canyon. Definately worth the fight. It looked immense, apparently much bigger than the Grand Canyon although that would just be comparing huge with huger. I wouldn't like to fall into either of them. Any way, we reboarded the train and carried on to Creel. When we arrived, the place looked like a wild west town, helped with low, dark cloud cover. Very exciting. We eventually found the hotel we had booked, and a 120 year old lady and her dog opened the door to us and showed us to our room. It seemed to be her house we were staying in, the beds smelt of mould and oh my god, a 10 o clock curfew. Cheers Rough Guide. We changed hotel the next morning to the hostel Margrita, ashamedly pretending not to understand the old ladies protest as she rightly thought we were staying for 2 more nights. I am not a proud man and especially not when, thrown into the bargain, the hostel included three cooked meals a day. Sold. On the first day in creel we popped out to some natural spring water swimming pools. Here I got a very badly burned nose. See if you can spot it in the Zacatecas photos. I also got faily bad sunstroke and spent the evening in bed. The local children in the pools were singing "Rudolph the red nosed Reindeer" at me in Spanish. It was great fun. The next day we climbed down the canyon to take a look at a water fall. It was a long way down, and fairly tough in places. Luckily the more precarious sections of the trail had been made safe...with barbed wire fences!!!! The logic works, it certainly made me focus on where I was stepping. After getting a little lost near the botton, we ended up having to climb over some massive boulders to find the water fall. And then the walk up was an absolute killer. I banged my head on a rock. The following day, we caught the Train out again, and hour or two late as you would expect and carried on to Chihuahua.