I was up + awake at an early hour – perhaps celibacy agrees with me – so trotted downstairs + amused myself for an hour and a half – 2 of the r’s – while waiting for Val to appear. She eventually did, shorn of some of her locks. She’d practised self-mutilation + had chopped off lumps of her hair with the nail scissors – it looked alright tho’. I then rushed out to cash the cheque (at last!) + buy Val a book of tunes – Liz had given her the penny whistle. Then to begin our Mexican adventure.
First was a cheap trolley-bus to the border, then a short walk across a bridge to Mexico. Immigration there caused no fuss whatsoever, + granted us 90 days in the country. Immediately over the border there were people selling all sorts of junk, + trying to solicit us for taxis. We went first to the bus station, where a lady who spoke English was able to tell us a little about the buses. Decided first to look around the town, tho’ we had to lug our bags with us, there being nowhere to leave them. Happened upon the tail-end of an apparently rather uninteresting carnival, then just wandered a little, mingling with the crowds – it was a very crowded town – and trying, unsuccessfully, to adjust to the abrupt change we’d just undergone, from Am to Mex culture. We bought some fruit – some oranges + huge fat bananas – + then returned to the bus station. Decided to buy first class tickets to Los Mochis, since that was only a few pesos more expensive than the 2nd. A little complicated, since the first step was from the poxy little town station to the brand spanking new one a couple of miles out. Met a couple of Australians at the “newie”, but they’d already bought 2nd tickets, so hoped to see them at Mochis. Bus left at 4.30 – it was the usual Greyhound style, but simply different in clientele.
And so, we finally arrive at the point where our travels begin. We have had a six-month introduction to being away from home, but this marks the point when we moved away from a familiar culture.
But at least we have a return to appropriate photos, even if today’s is a bit on the dull side.
Pamela J Blair
Yea! I’m with you all the way. Why Baja and not Mexico proper? Or will you get there somehow?
I miss Mexico. I was there right before the pandemic, and before that, in San Miguel de Allende in 2016, for two months, when Trump was elected. I took Spanish there, and don’t remember much of it now. But I love Mexico! I hope you have a good trip!