Since my last post I have spent most of my time watching the world go by from the inside of our car. We have covered about 1200 miles since leaving the states last Wednesday. The Subie has been an integral part of this journey, with out her we would be stuck taking the long ride on the bus, most likely with our faces in someone´s armpit or chicken. Instead we ride instyle, heat on full blast, temp gauge as hot as can be. We entered the country Wednesday through beautifull Juarez, Mexico. The welcome was most disapointing, there was no customs, no one to stamp our passports, no scary border police... Eventually we stopped at the Aduana on the 
outskirts of town and got our car permit and tourist visas. $400.00 pesos ($29ish american) to drive in Mexico for six months. Then onward, five hours through the arid northern mexican plain to la cuidada Chihuahua. We met up and stayed with our first couchsurfing.com contact- a lovley woman named Rosana and her daughter Rebecca. We woke early the next day and drove 9 hours south eastish to Saltillo, Coahuila. Nice place, good tacos. We are beginging to learn the drill: find place to sleep, park car somewhere it won´t get broken into, eat food, drink beer, sleep, drive more. Friday we decide to check out a little place, 28 km on a cobblestone road (2.2 of which were through the world´s sketchiest underground tunnel) to a creepy little ghost town called 
Real de Catorce. Its a town in a valley with steep hillsides, half in ruin, half inhabited, but with a gray area inbetween. We are anxious to get south, out of the desert, into the shade. 
outskirts of town and got our car permit and tourist visas. $400.00 pesos ($29ish american) to drive in Mexico for six months. Then onward, five hours through the arid northern mexican plain to la cuidada Chihuahua. We met up and stayed with our first couchsurfing.com contact- a lovley woman named Rosana and her daughter Rebecca. We woke early the next day and drove 9 hours south eastish to Saltillo, Coahuila. Nice place, good tacos. We are beginging to learn the drill: find place to sleep, park car somewhere it won´t get broken into, eat food, drink beer, sleep, drive more. Friday we decide to check out a little place, 28 km on a cobblestone road (2.2 of which were through the world´s sketchiest underground tunnel) to a creepy little ghost town called 
Real de Catorce. Its a town in a valley with steep hillsides, half in ruin, half inhabited, but with a gray area inbetween. We are anxious to get south, out of the desert, into the shade. 
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i can imagine you with your face in someone's chicken
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