Holiday Inn Tampico
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We arrive in Tampico tired and get a taxi out to a hotel that no longer exists. Our taxi driver suggests another which is undergoing building work, and we end up at the beach front where half the hotels are stupidy expensive towers of sanity, or grimy part-time brothels. We end up back at the bus station and buy our tickets out for the next morning!
We arrived back in Mexico on Sunday the 12th of September. It was a great trip down from Portland but we were very tired. We drove about 10 hours every day. As some of you know we had a sister from here that was visiting Portland ride back with us. "Karen" When we arrived back in Altamira her mother had a delicious meal waiting for us. See why we love it here. The brothers are really wonderful. Anyway, I will try to show some pictures of our travels through the US. It was so beautiful.
... But we damn sure weren’t going to tell them we had dogs. This time we rushed the dogs into the room and we’re praying nobody finds out. Can we make it till the morning without being thrown out…..
The Mexican highways have taught me a few things today:
1. NOBODY follows ANY kind of traffic laws. Lanes? What lanes? Speed limits? What speed limits? Speed limits are for gringos. At ...
... but wanted our 11 year old girl to back outhe vehicle wth our $50 us and for her to bring back the paso's. What is wrong with that picture? We dont send our kids off with stangers Expecially in diff. country at the border. When we went back out to our truck to declare out stuff they got turned around by the policia, sent back to customs!! HA HA!! We got a little turned around in the city, and took ...
... He didn’t seem too upset to be woken at 6:30am, and he was pretty quick about moving his car, we were grateful.
Some of the roads had the biggest, roughest pot holes, and long gouges and ruts, which were dangerous if we got our tyres caught in them. Every so now and then I’d hit an unavoidable pot hole and think my tyre was going to blow. We’d been a bit spoiled with some of the great concrete highways here in Mexico.
At lunch time ...