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24.05.08
Mexico
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 trolleys 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
was apparently 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 up
bucket. 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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