Holiday Inn Express El Paso-Central

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 ...

... 8221;it&#8217;s a dry heat&#8221;. I think if I hear that any more, I&#8217;ll scream. Humid, dry&#8230;it just doesn&#8217;t matter; hot is hot! However, I must admit that it is quite pleasant today. We checked into the FamCamp at Ft. Bliss and the the temperature inside the trailer wasn&#8217;t even uncomfortable. Wendell immediately set up his lawn chair, grabbed a book and camped outside with the dog. I visited the camps Family Room ...

... slim at best and there are no other HERO's. The Genius behind all this is John Brown who is now 70 and not in the best of health. It will also be difficult to sell another trip like this without a change in the economic climate. Honestly I am not sure where he can plan another journey to places that we haven't already been. If he does God willing Ernie and I will be there to drive the highways and byways with our friends. God Bless America! Fred

I am so lucky to be able to assist many poor people in El Paso, among them are the so-called "illegal aliens" so maligned by the media. How can a person be illegal? Who makes those rules? They become my friends and, as I prepare to leave in a few weeks, my heart already breaks at the coming separations that await me. So I want to remember: ...the man who sent all his money to his family in Honduras, then approached me looking ...

... have come to call it, was completely wrong about them, at least these two guys were so friendly it was unreal. He wanted to see our passports to make sure that we were not trying to enter America 'Directo' (without documentation) as the Mexicans call it as there are Army checkpoints every 100 miles or so. For the next 200 miles the older of the two told us all about the Mennonites and the Chihuahua area and history. He also told us about how he was a Mexican ...

... spend the whole day riding together, which we have not yet done. I led the group through the streets of El Paso, at a leisurely 12 mph, and managed not to lose anyone at the numerous stoplights we encountered. Once outside of town, we continued our leisurely pace along the Historic Mission Trail. The missions of El Paso, Texas are over three centuries old, and the longest "continuously occupied" religious structures in the United States. Nine miles into our ...

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 ...