Days Inn - El Paso - East

This is definitely the worst campground we have stayed at. Next time we will remember and take our time to visit the shower-house before we pay. It was to dirty to use. The ground was covered with little pickers that stuck to my shoes, one even came through my shoe to poke me. Oh well, live and learn.<br>

... while Nancy and Matt left to the city of Juarez. I stayed at Kamala and Charley&#8217;s two more days to wait for Matts new bike. <br><br>Yesterday I crossed the border. It was weird to cross, kinda felt like walking into a danger zone or a contamination area. Heavily guarded border on the US side and not much on the Mexican, loads of traffic and people walking over to get home from work or just loitering around. There was no official gate; they trusted you to present yourself if ...

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... between and around each other, giving way as needed. We saw few accidents. Having been one of the larger vehicles for most of the trip, we experienced the "ballet" very dramatically early one morning, around Old Hanoi in an individual cyclo, the bottom of the food chain . We were very vulnerable, but the traffic danced beautifully and all was well. We should learn something from this... We travelled almost entirely in the Avalanche, of course, but also in buses, vans, cyclo, tuk ...

Well folks I've decided to call myself El Matador from here on in as I've been I saw and I survived Mexico along with getting back into the U.S. with minimum hassle. I gotta tell you the walking it is not for the faint hearted, I cabbed it in to Mexico because I had no idea where my hotel was (long story) but I decided I'd be adventurous and walk back to America. Ok it was fun standing on ...

... simply relaxed in the back as I was the most fluent in Spanish. It was to be my lucky day as we got one pickup ride after another through the desert, though we did get stuck in the middle of nowhere in the scorching midday sun with no water - luckily a pickup took mercy on us and gave us a ride to a store to buy Agua Fresca. We were waiting outside afterwards halfway to our target of Fresnillo when we scored our first ride with a trucker! We really felt like we ...

... them. (Guess how I learned that one!) But wait: the little ornamental trees that adorn our apartment complex have already started to bloom tiny pink-star flowers--before the end of February. And we've never seen robins in January before, but a little flock live just down our Mesa Street so we watch for them whenever we walk by. Life in the desert mountains surprises us. On the lookout for snakes, so far I haven't spotted any. And fortunately for my sensitive skin, I ...

... women choose to ride solo. I usually ride with Di, who can keep up with my 18-20 mph pace. Sometimes Barb will join us, but she says she can't keep up the pace day after day. Di and I are rarely the first to leave, but usually the first to arrive at our nightly destination. The Woman Tours van, (which holds 14 passengers and has a rooftop rack for 14 bicycles) pulling the trailer, leaves after breakfast to drive to our next destination. Michelle often ...

I crossed the border at El Paso, the very first place that I ever walked across a border about three years before. Mexican customs people even searched my stuff, right there in the bus station, and got excited by my transistor radio. I remember talking to a guy on the bus about my perception that Mexico was inhabited by a countryside full of ...