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e have learned a lot on this trip, and one of the reoccurring themes, is that is is much more difficult to drive out of a city, then to drive into one. We loaded up the car, and as usual the directions we got were to take the viaduct and then recto (straight). We made a couple of wrong turns and thought we were heading in the right direction when a cop pulled us over. He proceeded to explain that our car was not allowed to be driven in the city on Wednesdays because of the number on our plates. I pretended not to understand him, but it was hard to hide it. He was telling us that he would have to impound our car for 24 hours, which was not an option because Ben had to be in Mazatlan in a few days for his flight. I was trying to figure out how to get out of it, when I heard screeching tires and then bang. Two cars crashed just across the divider on the underpass, not 50 feet away from us. The cop quickly ran to see if everyone was alright, and after a few minutes of thinking about splitting and hoping he doesn't chase after us, he kindly waved us on. I am not sure wha
t Ben is doing right (although I have a good idea), but our luck had been absolutely crazy since he has been here. We didn't wait around long enough to see if the cop was serious, or if he was waving at us. I jumped on the first ramp and made it as hard to follow as possible, which also happened to be the ramp that we missed and we then found our way out of town. It was a long, but beautiful drive to Guadalajara. We enjoyed some beers in the square people watching, and by that I mean Ben and I looking at the most beautiful girls in the world (Guadalajara gets an A+). We went out to find a restaurant to eat something other than tacos.... We ended up at a restaurant and the food didn't look so good, and in walked the guy from the taco stand, and we ordered up some tacos (they are just way too good). After some tequila shots, one shared with the bartender. We decided on one more round and offered another to the bar tender, in which she replied "take it easy
" in one of the best Mexican accents you will ever hear. We laughed our way to the hotel, where we saw a restaurant, still wanting something other than tacos, we decided two dinners was a good idea. The next day I think we all had a little hangover, of the food variety.The drive to the coast was beautiful, we made our way to the small surf town of San Blas. It is a short drive south of Mazatlan. We decided a more relaxing spot would be better than the tourist trap of Mazatlan
. It was perfect, calm beaches, and $1 beers can make anyone relax. We basically ate, drank and sat on the beach for two days, don't think we took a single picture. It was good to relax, as Laura and I have a whole bunch of driving to do in the next few days.The following day we drove Ben up to Mazatlan and dropped him at the airport, it was great to see him, and I can finally stop eating tacos. We decided to stay in Mazatlan and try and watch the Broncos game. Not a great idea, considering it is expensive and the Broncos got the ass kicked. Oh well. We headed out early in the morning, hoping to get most of the driving done the first day. We past the Tropic of Cancer
, and it took us back to our memories of crossing the Tropic of Capricorn in Argentina. The drive was beautiful, but rather long. We stopped in the town of Hermosilla for the night. The following day we made what we thought would be the craziest border crossing of them all. I thought when we told them that the car had been in South and Central America for 10 months, they would rip every panel off the thing. We waited in line for a half hour, and it took them fifteen minutes to check our passports and answer a few questions. We didn't even get out of the car. We headed up to Phoenix, and the drive was great, nice highway, informativ
e signs, and people stay in their lanes. We met up with one of my oldest friends Tiffany. We stayed at her apartment for a few days, and took care of some errands. We got to see her parents who might even be cooler than mine (well, lets call it a tie so I can still go home for dinner every once in a while). It was a great to see them, and make the transition back into the hustle and bustle a little easier. We also got to go out for some Sushi with another friend Courtney and catch up on old times. We were sad to leave Tiffany, but we have to get to Vegas
.
e have learned a lot on this trip, and one of the reoccurring themes, is that is is much more difficult to drive out of a city, then to drive into one. We loaded up the car, and as usual the directions we got were to take the viaduct and then recto (straight). We made a couple of wrong turns and thought we were heading in the right direction when a cop pulled us over. He proceeded to explain that our car was not allowed to be driven in the city on Wednesdays because of the number on our plates. I pretended not to understand him, but it was hard to hide it. He was telling us that he would have to impound our car for 24 hours, which was not an option because Ben had to be in Mazatlan in a few days for his flight. I was trying to figure out how to get out of it, when I heard screeching tires and then bang. Two cars crashed just across the divider on the underpass, not 50 feet away from us. The cop quickly ran to see if everyone was alright, and after a few minutes of thinking about splitting and hoping he doesn't chase after us, he kindly waved us on. I am not sure wha
t Ben is doing right (although I have a good idea), but our luck had been absolutely crazy since he has been here. We didn't wait around long enough to see if the cop was serious, or if he was waving at us. I jumped on the first ramp and made it as hard to follow as possible, which also happened to be the ramp that we missed and we then found our way out of town. It was a long, but beautiful drive to Guadalajara. We enjoyed some beers in the square people watching, and by that I mean Ben and I looking at the most beautiful girls in the world (Guadalajara gets an A+). We went out to find a restaurant to eat something other than tacos.... We ended up at a restaurant and the food didn't look so good, and in walked the guy from the taco stand, and we ordered up some tacos (they are just way too good). After some tequila shots, one shared with the bartender. We decided on one more round and offered another to the bar tender, in which she replied "take it easy
" in one of the best Mexican accents you will ever hear. We laughed our way to the hotel, where we saw a restaurant, still wanting something other than tacos, we decided two dinners was a good idea. The next day I think we all had a little hangover, of the food variety.The drive to the coast was beautiful, we made our way to the small surf town of San Blas. It is a short drive south of Mazatlan. We decided a more relaxing spot would be better than the tourist trap of Mazatlan
. It was perfect, calm beaches, and $1 beers can make anyone relax. We basically ate, drank and sat on the beach for two days, don't think we took a single picture. It was good to relax, as Laura and I have a whole bunch of driving to do in the next few days.The following day we drove Ben up to Mazatlan and dropped him at the airport, it was great to see him, and I can finally stop eating tacos. We decided to stay in Mazatlan and try and watch the Broncos game. Not a great idea, considering it is expensive and the Broncos got the ass kicked. Oh well. We headed out early in the morning, hoping to get most of the driving done the first day. We past the Tropic of Cancer
, and it took us back to our memories of crossing the Tropic of Capricorn in Argentina. The drive was beautiful, but rather long. We stopped in the town of Hermosilla for the night. The following day we made what we thought would be the craziest border crossing of them all. I thought when we told them that the car had been in South and Central America for 10 months, they would rip every panel off the thing. We waited in line for a half hour, and it took them fifteen minutes to check our passports and answer a few questions. We didn't even get out of the car. We headed up to Phoenix, and the drive was great, nice highway, informativ
e signs, and people stay in their lanes. We met up with one of my oldest friends Tiffany. We stayed at her apartment for a few days, and took care of some errands. We got to see her parents who might even be cooler than mine (well, lets call it a tie so I can still go home for dinner every once in a while). It was a great to see them, and make the transition back into the hustle and bustle a little easier. We also got to go out for some Sushi with another friend Courtney and catch up on old times. We were sad to leave Tiffany, but we have to get to Vegas
.
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