We arrived at DanC’s house later that evening and were greeted by DanC’s wife. It wasn’t long afterwards that DanC came home from work and made our usual introductions.
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| Feasting on DanC's homemade chili for supper |
Since the beginning of our journey, there’s one thing that kept creeping in my brain, which I hadn’t quite figured out yet. As a Canadian, we can only stay in the U.S. for a maximum of 6 months per year. There’s no way we’re gonna make it to Vancouver in April without blowing by all the nice scenery and people the country has to offer. The only thing I could think of was to cross the border into Mexico to get a point-of-entry stamped in our passports and cross back. I would hate to ride up all the way to Alaska and get turned down by the border guards because we exceeded our stay. Then there’s also the possibility of getting denied entry for some reason back to the U.S. from Mexico. That would really suck. We told DanC about our situation and thankfully he had no problem taking us to Mexico and back for the day. So off we went! Wow. Talk about a huge weight being lifted off our shoulders.
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| Up bright and early the next day. Destination: Acuna, Mexico! DanC on his GS |
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| We noticed the terrain is starting to become more desolate and dry as I hummed the tune "Il Tramanto" by Ennio Morricone |
Pee break in Del Rio. We also talked about what to say to the border guard on our way back and what to do if we get lost or pulled over by the policia. I think the trip is starting to feel a bit too adventurous for us…nah!
Funny…no border guards to ask questions upon entering Mexico. Almost too good to be true. It’s amazing how much change you notice as soon as you cross the invisible line.
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| So far so good. No Policia to payoff so far. |
We’ve been told that the border towns are the most dangerous. As soon as you ride 100 miles inland it becomes less dangerous, but in order to do that, you have to buy additional motorcycle insurance from Mexico.
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| Stopover for lunch. Ironically enough the restaurant had an Alaskan theme. |
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| Prices were reasonable |
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| Our server |
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| Our food! Boy was it ever spicy! I'm surprised Amanda managed to keep it in. |
Crossing back over the border with flying colors. The border guard asked us about our trip more than anything else. Relieved to be back safe and sound.
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| Riding through Texas hill country on our way back to San Antonio |
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| Quick break to stretch out the legs and soak in the scenery |
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| Tried to stop here for a drink, but it was closed for the evening |
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| Grilled chicken saled with homemade ranch dressing for supper back at the house in San Antonio |
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| Minor tweak to the air compressor. Thank you Boxermoose and DanC for helping us out. |
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| Surprise birthday celebration at midnight! |
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| 585 km |
Trees are getting sparse.
Into another country.
Agua por favor!
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