One of the main streets in Urique is a aircraft landing strip. After discovering the Pemex was closed, Bob & I decide to hang out on the strip, in the shade, to wait for the others to get gas from the guy with the jugs. After about 20 minutes Bob says "What do you suppose those guys are up to" I said "They are filling all the bikes from jugs, probably going to take a while" About 10 minutes goes buy & these two boys approach us carrying a bucket that obviously heavy. They set the bucket down & it's full of cleaned fish! They try to sell it to us & we decline. We think if we've been sitting there long enough we look like we need food we should leave. We head the direction the others went & find the Pemex is now open. We pull in & in our limited Spanish discover the other motos went Esa Direccion! It's easy to follow the tracks of the others to the lookout.