An early rise to get on the road and put some distance between us and the States. I’m still pretty tired and after last night’s frivolities feel another snooze in the back of the ambulance is in order. I’m out for pretty much the whole day. Every time I wake, I see the same landscape from the rear window through half shut eyes. Dry, arid and flat, with little vegetation and heat steaming from the tarmac. I think it best to catch up on the Zzzz’s.
Late in the evening we pull into a Mexican Walmart to pick up some supplies. We have decided a dart board is a must, as is a phone to contact the other team. Dart board first. Our priorities are in the right place. We establish their location and set off to find suitable digs for the night.
This mission is somewhat hampered by the Mexican police, who decide to pull us over at a checkpoint and ask numerous, pointless questions. Sitting huddled in the back of the ambulance as a flashlight scans our faces makes me feel like a criminal. The officer is scrutinizing Jo and the team, desperate to find something to do us for. In the end he lets us get back on the road, however he has left us with a vital piece of information. To continue to push onto the next town would mean we cross a time zone. It is already very late, and as it is dangerous to drive on Mexico’s roads at night, we turn around and find ourselves in a roadside psycho-type motel for the evening. It rents rooms for 4 hours, 12 hours or a day. We opt for the 12 hour option, and I try not to think about what the truckers do here during a shorter stay as I drift off to sleep.
I’m not in Kansas anymore
An early rise to get on the road and put some distance between us and the States. I’m still pretty tired and after last night’s frivolities feel another snooze in the back of the ambulance is in order. I’m out for pretty much the whole day. Every time I wake, I see the same landscape from the rear window through half shut eyes. Dry, arid and flat, with little vegetation and heat steaming from the tarmac. I think it best to catch up on the Zzzz’s.
Late in the evening we pull into a Mexican Walmart to pick up some supplies. We have decided a dart board is a must, as is a phone to contact the other team. Dart board first. Our priorities are in the right place. We establish their location and set off to find suitable digs for the night.
This mission is somewhat hampered by the Mexican police, who decide to pull us over at a checkpoint and ask numerous, pointless questions. Sitting huddled in the back of the ambulance as a flashlight scans our faces makes me feel like a criminal. The officer is scrutinizing Jo and the team, desperate to find something to do us for. In the end he lets us get back on the road, however he has left us with a vital piece of information. To continue to push onto the next town would mean we cross a time zone. It is already very late, and as it is dangerous to drive on Mexico’s roads at night, we turn around and find ourselves in a roadside psycho-type motel for the evening. It rents rooms for 4 hours, 12 hours or a day. We opt for the 12 hour option, and I try not to think about what the truckers do here during a shorter stay as I drift off to sleep.