This is it! Today we leave to put our lives and sanity on the line to drive an ambulance to Honduras. After some last minute photo shoots and meeting the head of the Growers First charity, we’re just about set to hit the road. Peter has also managed to find his passport, so we bypass a trip to the embassy and a hefty sum to get emergency papers. We eventually manage to set off in the afternoon, and the adventure begins!
We’ve opted to drive into Arizona first, and cross the border at Yuma/St Lucas. Its nightfall by the time we reach the border and the crossing is something of a hellish experience. I’m tired and feeling run down, yet we’re instructed to pull over and complete a lot of paperwork in order to be allowed into the country. My first time in Mexico and I’m certainly not as comfortable as I am in America. Apart from what I’ve heard about this place and its infrastructure, I don’t speak a word of Spanish. This automatically has me at a huge disadvantage, as I have to rely on others to assist me in understanding. It’s certainly not at all like Spain, despite sharing the same language, and the next few weeks are going to be a big challenge. It’s pretty late by the time we get going, and I’ve lost all track of time and location as we pull into our first stop at Chella Bay.
Mexico!
This is it! Today we leave to put our lives and sanity on the line to drive an ambulance to Honduras. After some last minute photo shoots and meeting the head of the Growers First charity, we’re just about set to hit the road. Peter has also managed to find his passport, so we bypass a trip to the embassy and a hefty sum to get emergency papers. We eventually manage to set off in the afternoon, and the adventure begins!
We’ve opted to drive into Arizona first, and cross the border at Yuma/St Lucas. Its nightfall by the time we reach the border and the crossing is something of a hellish experience. I’m tired and feeling run down, yet we’re instructed to pull over and complete a lot of paperwork in order to be allowed into the country. My first time in Mexico and I’m certainly not as comfortable as I am in America. Apart from what I’ve heard about this place and its infrastructure, I don’t speak a word of Spanish. This automatically has me at a huge disadvantage, as I have to rely on others to assist me in understanding. It’s certainly not at all like Spain, despite sharing the same language, and the next few weeks are going to be a big challenge. It’s pretty late by the time we get going, and I’ve lost all track of time and location as we pull into our first stop at Chella Bay.