Tex to Mex: |
Land Area: 761,605 sq.mi.
Highest Pt: Pico de Orizaba
Height: 18,406 ft
Largest City: Mexico City
Claim to Fame:
Weighing in as the 14th largest country in the world, it's a pretty darn big place. Huge, in fact. You could drive for days in a country like this, and still be stuck behind that same friggin' Nissan pickup with all the crap in the back.
Mexico is also the world's leading producer of Mexicans.
A large portion of the Mexican labour force is dedicated to the
sole purpose of making dust. The men kick at it. The women sweep it. Vehicles drive fast to
stir it into the air. Donkeys carry sacks of it on their backs to distribute it more evenly
throughout the farms. It's piled into the back of pickup trucks without tarps or toppers and
driven crop-duster style across the country at speeds that would make Federal Express blush.
In places where there is a presumable dust shortage (undetectable by our standards) cowboy-hatted
men would stand on the side of the highway, taking chunks out of the rock in the hopes of freeing the
dust underneath. Sometimes, they would even be taking those chunks of dusty rock and smashing
them further into finer dust, more apt to be taken away by the wind to pueblos with less dust
than the main thoroughfare.
The dust farmers of Mexico are a noble breed. The dust that they manufacture is of the finest
Be sure to visit Central Mexico, where you can see how dust is still made in the same
method the Aztecs used years ago!
Five Words We Learned Today:
Run From The Border
Enero 29 -
"This is a good size city, and it's even bigger on the Mexico side. I'm sure they've got a
travel agency or tourist bureau or something over there."
"You're probably right, let's just get going."
We crossed the border at 9:00 am from Presidio, Texas to Ojinaga, Mexico. We had gone through
all the hassle of getting our tourist visas and vehicle permit the previous night, which turned
out to be not quite such a hassle after all. Oh sure, they couldn't speak English, and we couldn't
speak Spanish, but that didn't matter; hand gestures and sketches on notepads were enough to
communicate. As my dad would say (but most Mexicans would not), "No ai pedo." No big fart.
With all permits ready, we retreated to our campground, dreading the border crossing in the morning.
As a pair who has crossed the Canada/US border countless times, and had to deal with (yeech) United
States Immigration more than twice, we were not looking forward to the Mexican border. After all,
if it's this much of a pain in the ass to cross the "longest unprotected border in the world",
imagine what a protected border must be like! And did you see the size of those guns? Ay carumba.
As I was saying, we crossed the border at 9:00 am from Presidio, Texas to Ojinaga, Mexico. At
the border, there were the gates, and there were the policia and oh boy, there were those guns
We pulled into the "Nothing to Declare" lane. Drove ahead. Not even a glance from the
guys with guns.
Drove a head a little further. Still nothing.
We went over a bump. A little green light came on that said "Pasé". One of the Federales
glanced over this time. Is pasé good? The light was green, right? Green is usually good.
I stopped anyway, holding our passports. I rolled down the window, looked at the Federales. Nothing.
I guess I was done. We drove away, slowly of course, just to make sure the guns weren't turning
this way. They didn't.
Ha! El snappo! Not even a "Where are you from?" and "Where are you going?" from the border
patrol, let alone a guy searching your hat for stashed drugs, or pulling up your shirt to see
if you've taped any crack to your body with the intention of making a drop in North Dakota.
I have a whole new disrespect for this "longest unprotected border" garbage. I'd rather play
the lottery in Mexico than be greeted by an English-speaking scowl and the words, "Pull your
car around and come inside," based solely on the fact that my beard is shaggy.
Crossing The Tex-Mex Border
1. Don't forget to gas up before crossing. American gas is about half the price of Mexican gas.
2. Don't assume a gradual change. You may find a Tim Horton's in Detroit, but you won't find
anything recognizable within 10 steps into Mexico.
3. You'll need Visas. One for you, and one for your car if you're planning on going any great
distance into the country.
4. Don't assume anyone speaks English. They probably don't.
5. Make sure your car is in top working condition. There's no such thing as the MAA.
Whew. What a relief. Now, to find that tourist bureau...
Within five minutes of crossing the border, we noticed the gas guage was a little under half a
tank. Zut alors! We turned off the main street to find a gas station.
Within five minutes of looking for a gas station, we realized that we didn't have any pesos.
Double Zut! We pulled into the nearest gas station to ask for directions. "Donde esta el Banko?"
I was pretty impressed with myself.
Within five minutes of the gas hombre waving his arms and pointing and pointing and saying things
I didn't understand, we spotted a bank two buildings up the street.
Long story short: got cash, filled up, back on the highway. Zooom! Cough cough cough! Wish
mexican modes of transportation...
Dry and Dusty
Big Bend S.P.
|Comida: ||Near Chihuahua|
In the Jeep
|Cena: ||La Plaza|
|K's Order:||Gordita, Mango Ice|
|A's Order:||Gordita, Lime-Strawberry Ice|