"Hay que Regresar, Seņor." {You have top go back, sir.} Those were the first words we heard out of the immigartion official's mouth on Saturday evening, one hundred miles south of the border.
We spent Friday night in New Mexico, hoping to get a fresh start on Saturday morning. After a mad-dash to Walmart and Auto Zone for last minute goodies, we crossed the border just after noon, and made it almost all the way to Casas Grandes.
In all the other times I've crossed into Mexico, there's the border, and after twenty miles or so a station to register the vehicle, get your Visa, etc. Not al Palomas it seems. No, instead as the security guard yells "PASE!" at you waving you through, you are supposed to stop, hold up traffic and ASK him where to register the vehicle. We failed to do that, and spent all day Sunday instead, riding back to the border, waiting five hours for the proper papers, and then on to Asencion for the night. "Bienvenidos a Mexico!" the same guard said as we passed the checkpoint above Casas Grandes Monday morning. Wonderful...
We landed in Creel last night just at night fall, and spent the evening yapping with other travelers in one or two of four different langauges being thrown about the table. Today, it's through Copper Canyon, and on to Parral for the night. We're aiming for Oaxaca by Christmas, but can't be married to it. Afterall, we're on Mexico time now.
Stats --
Potholes: 5,000 attempts, 0 points
Dogs: 6 attempts, 0 points, but one REALLY good attempt!!
Miles from home: 1,000
More later. Thanks for staying in touch!!
Eduardo, Zelie, y El Cabroncito
Posted by Sully at December 17, 2002 11:32 AM