Austin, TX to El Paso, TX
627 Miles
BG
RB
Well, we've been through the desert in a Jeep with no shame.
What's he looking at? Oh yeah, nothing.
After driving 600 miles and almost running out of gas twice we arrived in El Paso. We've gone to the end of the GPS, there are no maps of Mexico for us to follow, its all NW (whatever the hell that means) from here. Upon arriving we strolled the border and looked upon the giant fence separating us from Mexico.
Bill tried to climb it, but found it much more difficult than they portray it on television.
We explored some of the city before checking into a small youth hostel near the border. It was the first hostel we'd seen on this trip, and just as expensive as the local hotels, but we figured the experience was worth more.
After getting cozy and having our nightly shot of courage, we headed to a local cantina and munched on some typical El Paso cuisine, burritos and cervezas. Bill tried out his Spanish on the waitress; she seemed impressed, but it was tough to tell if she was just being nice or not.
After dinner we explored a little more, stopping in a few bars for some $1 Tecates, but didn't find too much happening on a slow Monday night. Feeling un-motivated, we picked up a bottle of Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka and headed back to the hostel to see if we could make some friends.
Finding no one in the common room, we didn't let it get us down and finished the bottle while watching football and playing the guitar.
This was also the only night I blacked out, because the 49er's won Monday Night Football. I was quoted as saying that Rob "wasn't even close to being in my world."
Waking up groggy, again, we decided to take it easy and explore El Paso in the daylight; this turned out to be a wise decision. Just before the border were blocks of stalls selling mountains of cheap wares.
After getting cozy and having our nightly shot of courage, we headed to a local cantina and munched on some typical El Paso cuisine, burritos and cervezas. Bill tried out his Spanish on the waitress; she seemed impressed, but it was tough to tell if she was just being nice or not.
After dinner we explored a little more, stopping in a few bars for some $1 Tecates, but didn't find too much happening on a slow Monday night. Feeling un-motivated, we picked up a bottle of Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka and headed back to the hostel to see if we could make some friends.
Finding no one in the common room, we didn't let it get us down and finished the bottle while watching football and playing the guitar.
This was also the only night I blacked out, because the 49er's won Monday Night Football. I was quoted as saying that Rob "wasn't even close to being in my world."
Waking up groggy, again, we decided to take it easy and explore El Paso in the daylight; this turned out to be a wise decision. Just before the border were blocks of stalls selling mountains of cheap wares.
I know what someone's getting Christmas for you.
There was everything you could possibly want to buy for Christmas in these few blocks: clothes, games, toys, knick-knacks, shoes, cowboy hats, guns, cheap mexican laborers, burritos. It was a dream come true for BG, who had yet to do any of his shopping Rob, on the other hand, went for the minimalist "go fuck yourself" approach to gift giving.
He stocked up on cheap Mexican clothing for his family and to top it off, an authentic straw cowboy hat for Grandpa. As an added bonus, the hat looked particularly sharp with his beard, something that was not lost on the ladies we met from there on out. After a quick stop to the post office that almost ended in disaster, we were back on the road and headed for ski country.
He stocked up on cheap Mexican clothing for his family and to top it off, an authentic straw cowboy hat for Grandpa. As an added bonus, the hat looked particularly sharp with his beard, something that was not lost on the ladies we met from there on out. After a quick stop to the post office that almost ended in disaster, we were back on the road and headed for ski country.
If you look in the background, you'll see the line of cars trying to getting into the U.S.
1 comment:
when i think of the border i think of Weeds, I always thought of Billy as an Andy haha
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