Travel News

Exploring Chihuahua via Mexico’s Copper Canyon train

Simon Calder’s Travel

Before boarding the Chepe Regional train, I’d heard that the state of Chihuahua was considered ‘drug cartel land’. But I was still a little surprised to pass a policeman with a machine gun strapped to his back in the carriage aisle.

Writer, Jamie Fullerton, stops off at a viewpoint along the Copper Canyon train route in northern Mexico

Writer, Jamie Fullerton, stops off at a viewpoint along the Copper Canyon train route in northern Mexico (Jamie Fullerton)

It was day one of my 11-day railway trip through the massive canyons of northwest Mexico, collectively known as Copper Canyon due to their colouring. I wasn’t put off by reports of violence – tourists don’t tend to get caught up in disputes, and the association frustrates some locals.

“It’s sad to say: some tourists don’t come [to Chihuahua] because they feel as though they won’t be safe,” says Gustavo Lozano, a guide in his early 60s. “They miss this wonderful trip. If it was dangerous, I wouldn’t be here.”

The Chepe train route runs 405 miles between the cities of Chihuahua and Los Mochis, trundling through tunnels and forest-dotted canyons, connecting sparse settlements. It launched in 1961 and was supposed to be part of a longer route connecting the US Midwest to the Mexican port of Topolobampo, although it was never completed.

Read more: The best hotels in Mexico

The Copper Canyon of Chihuahua in northern Mexico is a patchwork of colours

The Copper Canyon of Chihuahua in northern Mexico is a patchwork of colours (Getty Images)

For visitors, the route initially provided a rugged rural adventure unique in Mexico. In 2018, a tourist version of the train called the Chepe Express was launched.

In contrast to the basic Chepe Regional, the Chepe Express has leather seats, high-end burgers and a bar carriage with thumping dance music. The two train services run a few times per week each, so many tourists travel the route over a day or two. But I decided to ride both the local and tourist trains, getting off at each stop.

I first alight at the small town of Creel, from which a driver takes me to the nearby Valley of the Monks. I walk in the shadows of house-tall natural stone structures that (sort of) resemble monks.

I’m told that this place used to be known locally as a ‘valley of penises’, until Catholic church figures gained more influence and baulked at the reference. Either way, it’s calming to walk around the boulder bases, briefly escaping the…

Click Here to Read the Full Original Article at The Independent Travel…