... is for vo '! .. is for vo' ... chicken bitch and a whore who bore him! ... we Tijuana, after 1 year and 10 months went through all of Latin America, thanks to all those souls who crossed our way to help us, to all who believed in a dream, in a move a few simple fools who want to know, learn what lies beyond our sight, some Argentines seeking answers in communication, community, the "everything for everyone." 
After the downturn of the stereo, which lasted ... few minutes, that character was a "Webo" We had to return across in our trip. Monterrey passed along well with friends like Rosario, but no money to go to Chihuahua and bonus, without a little music to the car. That night I read an email which curiously took over six months to arrive. It was an email from Dr. Charles Moye, a fleeting appearance of a family to which I offered to share the tour guide at the archaeological park of Chichen Itza in Yucatan while still traveled with the "rope".
* backs to the cenote in the ruins with the family towards Cancun Moye (July 2008). This guy contacted us, who knows why, surely not coincidentally, the same day that we stole the stereo, to remind us that wanted to help, which continued our tour, but we did not spend as safe for Monterrey, which could equal collaborate in some way. The funny thing is that we had no plans in Monterrey, so Carlos had told him that we did not spend there, but things we are on track towards the road there.
That same day, Charles Moye went through Rosario scoundrels pizzeria to pick out for a spin around town and buy a new stereo for the silent Flurry regretted the loss of sound.
went to the viewpoint of Mexico's most industrialized city. From there the buildings were lost in the mountainous horizon east of the Sierra Madre. Among tales and stories, this interesting character taught us something of Mexican history, some full of farce and other unsung heroes who gave their all for these lands. 
* The city of Monterrey for their industrial uses, has a modern metro rail travel on its high for the average city \u200b\u200band connects its far side. In the same neighborhood is the wealthiest in Latin America, the neighborhood of San Pedro (thanks Carlos), home to the magnates of Mexico. 
Eager to help us to follow, Moyes began to sell shirts to his friends, calling each a " banderalatinoamericana SOS." That's how we in the car of Charles, a hyperactive surgeon, who devoted his leisure hours to go from house to house, selling shirts in the style flag "delivery" so we can make the big leap to Chihuahua, the largest state isolated from Mexico. Moyes Among and "Chinchu", the "Melissa" who always waiting for us with homemade food, and "Kookie" forward and we get the money to travel to Chihuahua smooth highway and paying the expensive houses, but sure pace ideal for travel when you have to go more than 800km in a day.
We said goodbye to both families and the city of Monterrey, where the royal is something to highlight. We got on the road to a kit of tools used to a good man, mechanic, where I was taking apart the carburetor of the Falcon in the middle of a road with a very small screwdriver, but the only thing left after the robbery.
Tower We took the highway to the west in toward the Sierra Tarahumara and then go north towards Chihuahua. We had 800-odd km in 9 hours, an excellent time for the Falcon, which in 5th on the flat, develops a cruising speed of 110km approx. consuming every 300km a tank of gas and did not tell you how many of the others. 
Chihuahua We
around 10 pm and Carlos and we had gotten a to spend a few days but empty the next day so we a very cheap hotel and so we came up with the "San Juan" was not so cheap that we had to move to a "chaos", had a bar in front of the hotel remained low prices of beer until 2: oo am. 
The next day came to meet us the "Fede" Moye, brother of Charles who lives with his family in Chihuahua. He took us to his mother, where they offered us a really comfortable apartment where we spent about 15 days rolando bike around the neighborhood, and knowing the other side of the Moye family. The "Federal" was also a good time to help with a plot that moments ago was around in our heads. We wanted to cover the old roof of the Falcon with a large flag of Argentina and 71 that incorporate our logo mug there in Panama, when the flag changed the font to one of the NASCAR auto racing.
El Fede to work with vinyl and had the cutting machine so .. let's go. Cut, paste and the Falcon was to all mothers!
El Fede Moye, a character in Chihuahua, San Felipe. Through him met Gustavo, a friend and comrade, this man would be our last push toward Tijuana. Gustavo Estrada "of blown" We bought some shirts and then proposed a roast to celebrate our meeting. El Fede took command of the brazier and between guitars and laughter as we ate meat long without food. With the large family
Estrada, which continually approaching friends and brothers, who give everything they have as they come with humility.
With them went to the "drag race" (1 / 4 miles) to see if we could sell shirts there, but always taking the opportunity to have fun. Then marched the "Lion" by Gustavo favorite beer, and also the Tecate, inseparable companions of the "Federal."
A beautiful Sunday we were all in convoy to the races in "dirt roads" that run through these lands. Old cars are ready for any shot with another, in a short, muddy skid in which at every turn. As in Argentina at the time of going to TC, not here missed the roast, the laughter and the "Cheves. We were "hanging out" into the night with Gustavo, Alejandra, Tavo and other chiriguillis the adopting family snap.
The "Ivan" the young husband of Priscilla Estrada spoke with the organizers to let the "Pace Car" of the most important race of the day. We turned around, the three ahead of those machines that we injected with adrenaline to ruguir your engines on our backs. People are waving in welcome but sales were not as good. That did not influence our idea of \u200b\u200bsitting relaxed to enjoy Carnita of the chelas and friends. 
he was 15 days in Chihuahua, it was time to go way to Tijuana to cross the Sierras in the north, close to the wall of the Yankees. We leave chamber, to sell shirts on the street "Freedom", where people support us a lot but as always appeared on the scene "unusable." City employees came to take away and upset every time we showed up for his pedestrian. Facing the camaraderie of the Estrada offered to help us with whatever we need to fix some things from the car, we stayed a few days more, that like every time you are always disarmed Falcon weeks. So began a new cycle in the city with them, in their neighborhood, "the web", where the mission was to repair the brakes, changing the pistons with new ones oxidized worked around to match the original piece, radiator repair making it ready to face the heat of the Sonoran Desert and Baja California.
The local boys had a sale and installation of sound equipment for cars and compete in any event the area. We went to accompany a city of Cuauhtemoc, the city of apples, which made a presentation and got the Falcon. It was more hang out and chat with people who sell. American cars had incredible and a gallery of "Balls." 
* American Falcon '61. 
Mustan * The owner of the yellow, Charlie took us to his father, a humble and generous mechanic who was willing to fix any damage that our machine had always pure courtesy. We take this opportunity and made another attempt to fix the only flaw that wave us out when we're veering into mountains hot. From Colombia, in November 2007 when the Falcon comes across a continuous rise in heating zone, begins to suffer from lack of gasoline in the carburetor. Is that the pump is attached to the engine begins to get very hot and stops sending enough gas to what deserves the rise and 6-cylinder Flurry.
tested with an electric pump, Dani Eckerdt advice, but just surrendered to the heat of the desert mountains. The only thing I always regretted our ship ride was that I suffered such a lack of gasoline, then we discussed this misfortune the father of Charles and then the proposal was to move the bomb near the gas tank, getting the gentle breeze that runs under the car . Later, en route to Mexicali would see that that was the desired solution when we tested the engine in the mountains.
The boys won 1st place with Bochita in a category, and won 2nd Tavo another lower category with Eclipse. 
With a few sales in the "Liber" together we could until we got the patience. One evening, tired of the treatment of the pedestrian city, which always came fitfully to prevent us sell some shirts, we agreed to go to victory, forever! Baros With 2000 in the wallet that gave us the Martin de Veracruz, with herb and sister in sufficient quantities, we bid farewell to families Estradas Moye and with great love and waiting for a next meeting.
Latest Chihuahua stud with Federico Moye, Alejandra "blanket" and Gustavo. 
* The Moye, his son the "federal" and his wife Judith. 
Before we left, we were invited to eat some gorditas, but do not think we paid some girls, that was what was missing. We ate and then as a last gift came the battery changed by a new one, and two new tires for the Falcon. With the Falcon in one of its best condition, we traveled briskly around 1579km in two stages. We stopped to sleep in the car at a gas station, trying to spend as little as possible to get to Tijuana, and it just arrived.
The road was beautiful, we north until you find the "Wall of Shame" American "separating one race by a ten-foot wall of iron with concrete that extends into the horizon and for a few hours with us on our right. to the Pacific have to cross 3 mountain ranges, the Sierra Taraumara the north, a central chain and the passage of "La Rumorosa" almost on the sea, but steeper.
* We passed the ruins of "Paquime" in the region of Casas Grandes in Chihuahua. Is characterized by some ancient civilizations of this region with deep knowledge in adobe architecture. 
For our heads spent the imminent arrival in Tijuana. With nostalgia and emotion, thinking that gives life lessons, and surprised by the message of Martin Cuende from Veracruz to report that the selection of Maradona had lost 6 to 1 against Bolivia. With all that spinning on their heads hear the ringtone composed of Arim (drummer Chilaquiles) warning of a call. We received the communication with Nicolas Angel Tesoriero, old friend and fellow latinoaericana flag. The "cup" called to tell us the sequence to be lived in Argentine football. When everyone suddenly loved Maradona, the best marketin style Bechkam "and was celebrated, as do those who underestimate the absence of Roman in the selection, karma gave him a shoe! ... Blow for Maradona. ..
The universe always shows us that if we devour the character we are lost, if we devours the ego as the Mayans say we are lost. Let us not be carried away by media players and idols invent hollywood style. That give Cristiano Ronaldo the award for best player of the year or as "Ole" Clarin that brings a contest to see who has the most bitchen tattoo, but Maradona's cool just because they won without Roman now believe.
From here just ask you to open your eyes ... there is little chance without Riquelme, and Raul are trying to see both together in South Africa 2010. From where we're going to go into the stands to encourage, if FIFA gives us permission to purchase two tickets for the 7 games in Argentina. The theme will be like paying them, but that will be at the time.
for communication with the cup which lasted until the credit endured, but continue to travel and Angel Rodrigo thinking, these two characters who were part of it and those who learned together to survive to get to Tijuana.
* "Wall of Shame", which symbolizes a segregated country of America, a country that lives in such fear that he removed their tons of money, that he ordered to build this wall of paranoia. Sorry for the good Americans who are so far from being represented by these international and domestic policies. 
In north and south Falquiton! 
arrived in Tijuana in the evening, we found a city much bigger than we imagined. We had a couple of phone to call. long time ago in Monterrey Leonardo met a such that at a meeting a few minutes as he offered a shirt gave us his cell number in Tijuana to call him when we arrived. But recently, in Chihuahua, we had gotten the number of a guy who supposedly was going to pay a household in the city.
decided to call this I had the house but the problem was to remember that number who remembered any names so that we call got a hunch. It turned out the phone
Leonardo the first frame, but the really indicated. Coseguirnos quickly moved to a place to spend the first night because he was working in Tecate. We contacted Eric, a friend who began the strike at night.
We are installed with this beautiful family that is composed of a Mexican from Tijuana with a gringo or gringa in San Diego, have years of marriage and three beautiful daughters.
are sharing with them a few days in Rosarito, near Tijuana good but much more quiet. Now we regain strength to continue our journey home. We spent nights guitars, campfires and go to the beach to watch the sunset.
*Victoria, Olivia y Sofia, Deena (o Maria Guadalupe) y Leo. 
Desde Tijuana inicia nuestro regreso a casa, camino que estabamos esperando emprender hace ya un tiempo, pero nunca nos desesperó a punto de desatender el presente, siempre disfrutando el minuto seguimos paso a paso.
Sigan con esa paciencia que nos tienen, ya estamos volviendo, pero a nuestro ritmo, vamos a volver por toda la Baja California hasta Los Cabos (por recomendación de Ivan Pisarenko, al que le deseamos un pronto regreso a la carretera), luego queremos cruzar en ferry a Mazatlan para emprender the way to the Pacific from Mexico to enter Guatemala again. From there the Savior, all Central America to Panama to find the way across our beloved Colombia again. In the Guajira, go to Venezuela. After the Amazon and Manaus and from there along the coast of Brazil to Uruguay and Fray Bentos to Gualeguaychú. We
knowing, learning, living ... thank you very much everyone, Pura Vida!
PS: We always communicate in the 9981341577 and banderalatinoamericana@gmail.com and now, thanks to CAY, our embassy in Cancun, we have a bank account number where you can gently let wishes to lighten with gasoline at least until Henry Ford to remember us!
Account in the ScotiaBank A Name Carlos Antonio
Number: 1751164317
Key: 044691175011643170
Plaza: Cancun
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