We got up early today and took the bus out to Rosa’s Cantina for breakfast. Rosa’s actually serves American style breakfast if that’s what you want, and we did. Real breakfast sausage patties (not hot dogs) and even a sort of hash brown. This is the one item for which they could use a little coaching. But a good breakfast, nonetheless.
From Rosa’s we walked to Totonaka RV Park and got Flipper ready for the trip to Tucson. Not really that much to do: reinstall the windshield wipers, remove the wheel covers (Doug’s old t-shirts), empty the fresh water we had left in the holding tank, clear the stuff out of the cab that we had stored there, wash the windshield and rear window, set a course on the GPS and fire that puppy up. Naturally she didn’t start right up after her 2 month sit. But, eventually, when the gas finally reached the carburetor, she did fire right up. We hopped in and drove down to the Marina to transfer some stuff from the bat and then hit the road.
Our day’s goal was Magdalena Kino, a little town about 70 km o or so from the US/Mexico border. The trip was uneventful and even kind of boring. But we started getting passed by these Euro overlander rigs: Mercedes, Citroen, Land Rover, and others I’d never heard of. They all seemed to hail from Germany although a few were apparently Swiss. The logo on the decal on their rigs said that they were on a Pan-American Tour. “38,000 kilometers/16 countries/180 days” was their motto.
I talked briefly with a gentleman driving a Land Rover with a cabover camper perched on top.
He’d been on the road for a year. They imported their rigs into Buenos Aires and started out from there. Not everyone was quite as devoted. Another fellow I talked to had been on the road for 6 months and allowed how “Six months is a very long time.” His plan was to head east when he reached Bend, Oregon and then go to the east coast and then back home.
We got to the military checkpoint at about the same time that most of these PanAm tour folks did. About half the rigs got through without an inspection but the other half, which included us, got checked. The inspections are really kind of weird. They spend a lot of time inside the camper knocking on walls looking for hidden spaces and going through every cupboard, but they never, and I mean NEVER, seem to open the outside compartments: the propane locker, the backside of the fridge, etc. They rarely look under neath or check spaces that would seem very suspect to me, like the area where the water tank is, or how about the gas tank or holding tank? As long as there were no dogs involved it seems like it would be pretty easy for a determined smuggler to move some goods past the checkpoints.
Here are a couple more shots of the Euro rigs. Not a Winnebago or Dolphin anywhere.
Tomorrow we’ll finish the trip up to Tucson via Nogales. We’ll camp somewhere and then be in a perfect position to get Lulu to the airport on Saturday morning.