Sunday, December 6, 2009
Rolling Across the Border, Mexico At Last
Markos' journal, Dec. 3
Today we started our day going to the post office and sending two notes. Then we went flat for a while and then went down hill and it was very windy. And then we turned left and went uphill and we saw Tecate from the top and we went down into Tecate.
Sampson's journal, Dec. 3
Today we woke up in Potrero with Mo and Tom. Then we had oatmeal with syrup. It was really good. Later we played ball while dad and mom packed up. When we were ready to go Mo and Tom said, "Goodbye!" and we rode up and down to Tecate. Before we went to Tecate we had to get a visa for 180 days. In Tecate we went to the bakery and got some fresh goodies. Then we went to a taco shop and I got a taco. Later we rode out of town. We found a big water park that was closed and we waited until a truck came up and said we could camp there. We had a good night.
Tarn writes, Dec. 4
We are camping at a winery and there is a zip-line next to us and it has a swing on it.
Waiting/watching the bikes at the border, Tanya writes:
"I Think I Know Why I Like Mexico"
It's being yet disappearing within a realm of hustle and noise
It's bits and pieces of words - a pleasant mixture of sound and meaning
Dry, dusty brown - healthy green, vibrant red, growing in a pot or can.
Roadworks, gravel, chunks of broken cement
Uneven sidewalks, wandering dogs, chained gnashing teeth scoundrels
Chipped paint, graffiti block-letter signed walls
Bent rebar, miscellaneous barbed wire.
Warm sunlight through haze
Uniformed vests, short sleeves on muscled chests
Identification name cards hanging on neck bands, slicked, styled hair.
Walking people - bags/purses.
Brown skin, black hair, hues of magenta, orange, red
Faces of nationalities - light to dark, striking to over-looked.
Refuse, piles of mixed debris
Plant matter, crushed plastic bottles, and muddy wrinkled up plastic bags
A greeting, time taken to spend the time, seemingly siempre agradable
Laughter, smiles or a smoke to share.