Victor was a really nice humble guy who really wanted to make sure I was taken care of in Sombrerete. Victor was a flag car that drove over 20 km’s behind me into the city of Sombrerete on September 2. On September 4 heading out of Sombrerete I was informed that Victor would be waiting for me in San Alto to take me to lunch. While having lunch Victor was on the phone with someone who would make arrangements for me to stay at a hotel that evening. A friend of Victor – Martin would call me the next morning and take me to breakfast.
Victor in the beetle
