The long, lonely highway stretches north into ever-desolate landscapes. Deserts, mountains, mile upon mile of choked up pastures. Everything scorched and dead under the rainless winter sun. This is a lesser visited Mexico. A land of cattle ranches and endless expansive vistas, weird horizons, weird rocks and weird towns crumbling under their own isolation. This is a Mexico of rugged sentiments and rugged people, where Pancho Villa – the legendary bandit and womaniser turned revolutionary – is the quintessential folk hero, storming through on horse-back and accompanied by his faithful ‘Division del Norte’.
Viva Pancho Villa! Viva the Centaur of the North!
