Well after almost not even getting in the country, we are now in Monclova.
I have no pictures from the day, it just goes that way at times.
Crossing the border is a long involved story, too long for right now.
But suffice it to say, once I had signed over the bike to Laura and walked around a small Mexican border town, where people callout "Taliban!" or called me Osama when I walked by, we crossed.
Even the official at the Banarceito said I looked like Forrest Gump-during the running part.
I don't think there are many people with beards here in Mexico, people are staring.
Everyone at the border was incredibly friendly and helpful.
That's all I have for tonight.
More better good tomorrow.
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Sweet, I have known all along that Laura owns you, and now she owns your bike too! Is it bad when your Ipod starts making noise like a ray gun?
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