I remember reading about another rider's experience with the dogs in these cities and towns of Mexico, but to experience it myself was another thing. There is so many of them, and the males all have their gonads hanging out in true form, so it is a problem that shows no signs of letting up. I had chosen a residential street to enter the town this morning, and some rather large dogs met me on the road, although it was a multicultural gathering featuring all shapes and sizes. As soon as they heard the low rumble of the bike, they took off in chase. I stopped, surprising them, and yelled firmly no. They stopped in my gaze, turning around, but some of the more aggressive ones would pick up and charge again as soon as I revved to drive away so I was forced to continue the battle. On the lighter side, a stop at the fruit stand had a beatenup and broken down dog looking after his brothers and sisters. They were all fairly suspicious of me, and started moving away as soon as I woke them from their slumber. The woman at the fruitstand had beautiful earrings, and I told her so, not without teasing her that they could catch mosquitos too. She didnt understand my humour at all, but patronized me nonetheless despite her shyness of being photographed.