The short trip to the Mexican border ended up being rather an ordeal thanks to my stupid back. I now know that as well as not being able to collect supermarket trolleys at work without crippling myself, I also can not walk around a zoo and walk across the Mexican border either.
By the time we got into Mexico my back had started to twist and was causing incredible pain. That meant that the walk back out through the Mexican side of the border ended up with poor Dad having to wheel me out in a bloody wheelchair! How embarrassing!
The Mexican border is shockingly amazing. The incredible difference between one side of a fence to the other has to be seen to be believed. Once through the revolving metal gates we were in a totally different world.
Through the metal gates and then you're in Mexico.
The presence of the Mexican police was very obvious.
As we were crossing the border back into the U.S. police
ran past to some disturbance behind us.
I don't know what the reason was but the sight of
armed police running towards you is very
intimidating to say the least!
Way more traffic leaving than arriving.
Market stalls lining the road out of Mexico.
Everything was filthy. Kids were begging and street vendors trying to get your attention were yelling out telling you how their goods were better than everyone else’s. If you showed the slightest interest in anything intense bartering then began. Amazing how something that started out worth $10 according to the seller ended up being bought for $5.
I bought a tee shirt for $8 which according to my mother was way too expensive, but I was so impressed with the guy’s insistence that I had to buy one, I didn’t mind. Anyway, he had a cute dog, a little Chihuahua that was tied to a makeshift bed made out of a plastic washing upbucket. Mum of course was totally paranoid about me getting fleas and kept telling me not to touch him.
Good grief. It bought back memories of when I was a kid in Greece and she found mangy kittens in my bed. Not good!
Luckily for her, the poor mangy Mexican kittens that I saw as we were leaving, were out of my reach behind a barred fence.
I wonder if you can be arrested for smuggling
kittens out of Mexico?
Next stop, Las Vegas.
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