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That was my fellow readers? thanks for following browsing by these payments. It's been a good since the last entry, but maybe it was the best. We have left behind the giant Mexican territory, but not as we expected it. E ste time allowed me to make a conclusion cooler on our experience in Mexico.
When I finished a careful selection of music to start writing, I had to go to get into the weather that closed the last entry.
In a hotel were suffering like crazy as a week. We were simply much installed in Cabo San Lucas, paying a hotel, eating steak at night and sharing talks with Cuban great friend, born in USA. Everything came estate, we lived the American dream and very confident we were expecting a shipment of shirts by our "loyal" screen printers of Ensenada.
As often as far north as the shirts did not arrive, we suddenly forbidden to sell shirts in the parking lot of Wal Mart and the requirement that two days in the hotel, we had to leak to the beach, resection times were coming.
As if we had dropped a red and blue curse not to look to the north, everything began to unravel. We went to San Jose del Cabo accepting a meal from a family that worked with the flag shirt. This is 20 miles to the faces of "Late" which faces the Sea of \u200b\u200bCortez. But it was a difficult decision. We had no likely to sell in San Lucas, but had to spend the latest in gas to get to San Jose. We took a gamble and I fell as hairy as a gift to eat with the family.
All very nice but after a while we were on the beach again, unable to sell because the shopping center did not accept passengers, unique and free spirits of credit slavery. Fixed
a good screenprinter the picture of 50 shirts at cost, with local advertising to compensate its favor. But among the 4 days he said it would take and the week later, we hold entrenched on the beach of San José del Cabo. Friends and buddies
all crotos, we were getting on a roll that is not accepted in this part of Mexico, where the beauty of the Pacific was contaminated by gringo culture. That selfish thought, and therefore ingnorante paranoid and stupid, in which money can do everything and you do not have to pay the cops ... go to prison.
So all of a sudden, a beautiful night with waning Raulo strolled the beautiful bike we had, knowing the people, smelling the zazón restaurants, thinking about the good, we suddenly illuminated in blue and red lightning ...
-Stop
gentlemen .. we're going to make a requisition ...-

So it was again the most illegitimate authority imaginable curtail our freedom street. We stopped by a group of clowns in which he was the Chief of Police of San Jose del Cabo, which threatened to kill himself with bullets to the Marimbha after we load it into the truck bed where we were handcuffed and paraded the city as witches XI century. We were taken to the police station threatened to beat us, but as good wimp these dogs do not bite more than money. All the while recapturing the idea of \u200b\u200bfixing the dilemma of having long hair and think for themselves, for a few filthy dollars. But as crazy and think about giving some money to this morally corrupt race of saints, who have caught the ball to the Mexican people, extorting at each corner, making up crimes, and violating laws that their heads were never able to understand or read were the "boat" (jail).
They lick boots and if you are American to speak to him in English, with a fixed idea in his head to make easy money that allows drunk after or during the call.
That same night, at around 11:00 we were taken to a small prison neighborhood where we were locked together with 8 other cell types in a 5 by 2 for 24 hours. Saying thanks
brought us some water for the 10 aguantabamos the tropical heat. Eat only bread that we exchanged for a nun to hear how we should live our lives to the Lord's side.


With prisoners we met first the voices, I could see nothing and maybe that was even better. We woke up and being comrades without distinguishing our skin tone, and ignoring social classes. That did not matter most to endure without complaint, ain show some weakness and the useless who enjoy pleasure at the sight of caged birds.

Everyone there some way we were rebels, but most had been enclosed to be taking a quiet beer on the sidewalk of your home.

seems that the order of a middle class that sends American peace groups to Latin America, but that does not like a drunk on the sidewalk or bothers some achieve happiness, and not be taken in the street, or a hydrate tree our urine. For these crimes you have to pay 200 pesos ... the fucking of milico extort you or you have to pay with 36 hours of confinement without food. We were prisoners
dreadlocks, or as a municipal judge said, a disgrace to the Mexican people ... walk we were stopped by "headbangers" (long hair) and seeing that we held the ancient plant, kept us 24 hours to atone for the sin that had been legalized in the great confusion of the "flu", but seemed municipal disgrace not sharing the legislative resolution.
In the heat of the afternoon and tendons of the legs tight against the sudden stillness ocacionados the 10 bodies in the small room confession the last hours we counted second by second. Each time someone asked ...

-Gazette, what time is ?...-

We left at 10 pm as a grace of Mr. Justice, but when things pick up, this kind, handpicked by the Governor of Time and high school with nothing dubious street, I do not want to return the short pen that I had given my sister in the delivery of title, objecting that it could kill someone. Immediately, I was boiling the blood that was cool all day. Began the discussion and download as synonymous with evil thief vibrators are in our heads.
face new position that he had to undergo Judge, this sediment to give me the short pen but would only give us our bikes if we presented the bill of sale obtained even in the messy business of bicycles in the City where we bought. Judging the tun-tun by our appearance, this useless, used to order in English, questioning our honesty.
had already decided among themselves who was useless with the board and who, with the blue and gold. Cockroaches tried to keep the bikes that cost us so much to achieve.
We submit to the cries that this was a robbery, which was an embarrassment and we were not going to give the bikes. Bullying
with a little knowledge about the law, our tool against abuse poder, logramos convencerlo de que si traíamos un periódico antiguo en el cual aparecían las bicicletas, eso funcionaria de prueba a favor de nuestra inocencia, que al mejor estilo "Torquemada" siempre es dudosa hasta que uno pruebe lo contrario.
El tema que el periódico estaba en el auto, a 5km de ahí y el Juez contraatacaba con que en 15 minutos me voy. Así que salimos corriendo, hicimos dedo (pedimos aventón) y gentilmente recibimos un mano para llegar a tiempo y recuperar las bicis momentaneamente.
Una vez con las bicis en mano nos descargamos puteando a todo el vergonzoso plantel de la policía de San José del Cabo. Con el corazón a mil fuimos al auto a buscar la cena que por haberla postergado por una bike ride, it was expected to regain freedom. We put together some delicious sandwiches with bread echo a rock, but delicious to end, without waiting for more than half went to bring food to the comrades who had entered after us to face the hardness of the floor with something in the stomach. Incredibly surprised, we exchanged a handshake unforgettable. We only ask to continue the chain.

* A great friend of Hotel San Luca, which helped us a lot and with whom we shared a roast in times of plenty. USA-born Cuban, but Cuba ... to eggs.

The full moon always leave a gift and it was. The next day we went to jail super selling a Sandpiper "Unite for poop (I would say the cup). There appeared a dangerous course of glasses offering what we needed, a friend to give us hand. Someone who plays.

We met Arthur, a great guy that puts us in an apartment that would vacate a friend for a few days. We hit a Banaz and after a while it fell by another great friend offered to do a jam session of guitar, cajon and bass.

turns out that in this group also lives or lived Depas an Argentine named Sebastian, musician of soul that came with his bass to work in Los Cabos. In the afternoon we had a couple of great friend with whom we meet as often as we eat, play and smoke one, in the worst case.

From this new perspective, otherwise we could enjoy this paradise. We moved on bikes, that poly costante monitored with a cordial greeting of commitment.

got that allow us to sell again in the Wal Mart of San Lucas, so tomorrow roe beach or in the luxury apartment from then on the road to the nearby village to "chamber" (work). So

over one month we were planning our ferry crossing to Sinaloa the Sea of \u200b\u200bCortez.

our immigration status not only warned us that it was time to leave Mexico, but continued past events even managed to create some hatred towards country that gave us so much, he taught us so much.

The day I met this character in the next picture was the day we lost the Marimbha.

Selling on the super, suddenly I feel a bike is listening to the story reproduced as a pasacassete. Argentina proved to be another but he decided to take a trip, which came to know the world where you live and be guided by the southern winds. Has been traveling from Miami to Ushuaia in a V-Strong as the "Pibe de Rosa".

first arrived in Los Cabos and exaust almost marathon journey across the continent, we had the opportunity to offer our home and the parents a cake to share with Argento. Leaving

caravan and stopping for gas, Marimbha down to sniff without arousing suspicion and lead to confident well dormidita Marimbha in the back seat went the 20 miles to rest. We arrived and noticed the painful absence, we decided that The next day we come back for it, too bad not going to do to learn the lesson of not download without permission.

woke up early together with our civilian clothes and was traveling to La Paz to cross the ferry to Sinaloa. We went to look for the Marimbha but it was gone.

spent three days looking around the city, along the beach. We could not believe, as we had gone the little girl.

A sunny Sunday, but Sunday final We tried not to think about the loss of a faithful companion, who had endured out of jail begging for our liberation, we were on the beach pretending to be indifferent in front of the situation and suddenly comes running with all his might a black ball, much more larger than our slender Marimha and falls rendered asking their deserved touch after so long without seeing each other, but he was much fatter.

load began to take on as it did for travel 20 km and also be fatter. I bet he had relied on his nose and sense of direction and had run three days under the sun devastating "Late", but she were sitting on their physical condition. We got all
together and cobbled path to the car when suddenly we came upon the stereotype of the Yankee gil. A whitey, body Blond guys worked to hide his mental imbecility which began to exclaim that it was not called The Marimbha Marimbha but his name was "Stake", a fan of dog meat brought from Oklahoma. We did not give much importance and we walked the three to the Falcon.

The gringo was nervous to see who would lose the investment in the flesh of three days and a good dog shampoo in ordinary pretended stolen from Mexico, so decided to grab her by force and was at that moment that Raul is I pounced and took the dog from his arms.

ran

Marimbha the Falcon that was already open and so was protected. We almost go to blows when they continued to press and opened the door of our fireball to complete the operation.

a scandal was armed and that fell a few "Mexica" ready to go to the SOS of tender lamb slaughtered that insisted that the dog was hers. Now to explain to "Oscarcito de la Olla" which made me the swing of the ready fists pal 'bout. Convinced the Mexican newspapers again showing where the character was always Marimbha and again highlighted the three passengers together.

With lots of support the people of the Baja made it across the pond to continue our descent loud, but as if Ubiera been few unpleasant experiences, a midday dawn without the bikes were stolen from the front door locked and pinned up, so was calculated by assuming what they say they protect.
now travel without bikes but with the Marimbha and following the advice of one who carries stones is difficult to reach.

Before leaving for La Paz decided to invest some money in the guitar Rope and that gave us "Luisito" from Mexico City who had a few cracks but nothing serious. So we met a good luthiers with whom we became good comrades and day we pay the 1000 pesos for the repair gave a curve at a junction, and the best guitar I have was thrown on opening the door of the Falcon broken into several pieces. Our guy gently began to repair it at no extra charge.

A streak that must be added the loss of a wallet, a ball and respect for us by the authorities. We left bare, dry, but we went straight to La Paz to continue selling there to cross over to Los Mochis (Sinaloa).

* The Arthur with his girlfriend "The Batistuta, the double bass Sebastian and his girlfriend are going to take a trip to Argentina combined so if you see me take care of them ... please.

hope someone would help us not to pay the cost rather high that manages the company holding the monopoly of the crossing, we arrived at La Paz. Cortez Sea port and only escape route for the traveling south on carrtera.

Far from getting a firm hand, the help came as usual from the village of La Paz that were sensitized with our history and helped us with the shirts. Even after several failed attempts to cross the pond got a favor from a generous family that paid for a hotel to rest in bed and give a holiday to the tent on the beach roasting us day after day.

* This family collaborated a lot with us buying the shirts and the hotel. You told us of a place called "The focus Tonal" or "Heaven's Gate" in Jalisco where a bolt of energy which you can get healing and may even see "Adas" and "Elves" by.

Met together the total for the crossing to pure Marimbha shirts and even had to pay for a cage. This company has all the business of crossing the Baja forces us to pay for a luxury estate that nobody enjoys crossing in 6 hours but everyone pays equally. A car worth the same as the crossing of a person.
arrived in Los Mochis, a town farther north than Los Cabos for what we had crossed but declined. But we came very late, at about 10:00 at night and a couple of people and we managed to cross the short stay. We paid an abandoned house where we ranch for a day to bathe in fresh water and leave to sell to continue south.

We played to get to Sayulita, a beautiful beach where we thought to find a friend who met on the flight to Mexico when we travel to Argentina in September. Have been left the house without making prior contact, Menejador until dawn as long to get there and know that we had support.

woke with a jerk of a waiter who cleared the beach to set up the tables for BREAKFAST. We went looking for our contact and nothing. I went to internet to send an email notifying the arrival and requesting a roof to rest. I find chatting chance but from Spain. We recommended to see some friends but there was little wave and gas was left in the tank come to Puerto Vallarta.

* Do not believe everything they say advertisements in Mexico until going to approve death penalty y van a buscar buena vibra en este veneno.

En Vallarta pretendiamos tener una buena venta, conseguir hospedaje, un embajada donde descansar y hacer mas camisetas, pero nos encontramos con una cuidad que vive de la apariencia, de mostrarse ecologica, pero que le ha vendido las mejores playas a empresas norteamericanas para costruir sus tiempos compartidos.

La ayuda no llegó. Tiramos cables para todos lados pero nada apareció en Vallarta por lo que fuimos buscando noche a noche, una playa donde la policia no vaya a "chingarnos"(molestar). Nadie sabia donde se podia acampar asi que nos corrieron de todos lados. Nos fuimos a una playa lejos, al costado del Hotel Sheraton que llega a 2 metros del mar. Ahi pasamos un par quiet nights because it is the worst beach that left him a dead public access, but can not be used because being full of rocks, but that is the seat of the town beach to its people.

Continuing the vibe that we desperately away from Mexico, Raul was sleeping one morning in a hammock under two trees and it looks like someone from the Sheraton did not like the view from his window and told the police. My friend woke up from a jump when the patrol came directly without previous words she clasped her hands to handcuff him and take custody.

discussion and debate among snapped out again but had to get up camp and at 7 am we were up with a calorazo and 8 shirts to sell.

The idea was to endure the bad, that good and they're coming so we went to sell the shirts at that time. We sold a couple of shirts and two ladies that come dressed in municipal personnel and requiring the help of the police took away the last beach we had to eat, because he was not allowed to sell on the waterfront of the city. Such impotence

tore my heart to feel the indifference of a girl who bowed to the literally an order of a wimp who ordered the action but never got the face.

We could not do anything. Raul discussed and I heard the rustle of a useless asking crane radio. Inside we thought we were already illegal, we could deport and keep the car. Of the jerks we got blown up and hot re turned on the car and we went wandering through the beautiful port city.

parked the Falcon and thinking to do now that everything had collapsed a few euros I remembered he was carrying for a long time for sickness and I was just there to change and far from thinking to settle in Vallarta and shirts, will fill the Falcon and left tank to the road.

The idea was to make as fast as possible along the coast to Puerto Escondido, a meeting with our friends from Veracruz, Martin and Danger. Water and fruit load and continue our race against time, hunger and desire to get to Guatemala.

our best contacts in Vallarta was the poor who lived in a very remote beach, where they are not bothered by the police and there they offered all they had without expecting anything in return.

* Puerto Vallarta.

* Croton adorafue the Sheraton. A postcard from our last days in Mexico.

* The boys hanging by the ankles until all the rope uncoils and reach the floor.

* The replica of Columbus' caravels along the coast proudly recalling the slaughter of a race on behalf of the Inglesia and Imperialism.
A few kilometers out of Vallarta, the roadside traveler shyly asked us a ride to the south. So we met our Bob Dylan version "croton".

baptized him as a "banjo" and as going south, also in Puerto Escondido, we did over 1000 km with it. The New Yorker socialist ideals lived with us for a week on an equal basis and without complaint. Even worked with gasoline and thus, we went to Croton scrub pants to Acapulco to get together until the last stop in Mexico.

* The gringo "Banyo delighting with American folk good.

* Acapulco Beach.
The idea was to go take a dip porAcapulco, see the divers in the creek and move on, but we were surprised by the invitation of Sheba, an Argentine living in this paradise, selling timeshares, who invited us to spend a night in home, relax and share birthday number 26 with her mother.

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As we fell to rest, drink mate with cookies with dulce de leche and enjoy a chat with a countryman. The four of us as chavitos fun for a day and at noon I followed our way to Port.

* The Seba not wanted to get out of the Falcon, and wanted to come to unite Latin America in Falcon 71.

Finally we reached the small and picturesque port of Oaxaca. Our last stop in Mexico was also hard. Every day looking for where to put the tent without disturbing the other day to people who had no nothing better to do than annoy. We

without any money, so we ask for aid Cay, our friend in Cancun, who created a bank account to receive support for us and we ask that you intended it that only he had put to buy back about 50 shirts and start with the clothing business. While waiting
this contribution we lived on the beach, as to what we were doing enough already. The best place was the box where the lifeguards ran wind disturbed neither heat nor bugs.
As if that were not enough, the Falcon came slipping clutch and warning that at any time just by turning left, so deal with these circumstances I received an email from my mom answering to requests for assistance to be hushed nights of hunger and loneliness. She sensed

adversity where we met. We had fallen into a reluctance that led to friction between us at the time of having to get up. First

did not want to accept the shipment of a quantity of money to repair a little Falcon but realistically, that was a help to heart that we could not despresiar pride on behalf of independent child.

Just remove the money from Western Union Raul went to eat to calm the spirits. Take the car he restored the full clutch and we were spending the least to raise some with shirts to leave the country.

Far from enjoying surfing this place visited by fans of the world, we are dedicated to keep up. One night we got out fishing with some guys with the idea of \u200b\u200bsharing the fish, but the back of the store and were gone and left us with empty tortillas.
No sooner had the new shirts, our first buyer was the next day he gave us a room in a hotel where we stayed on wonderfully prepared for another long journey to Guatemala.

stopped appearing * No friends with whom we share a farewell
tequilas.

* With his friend Juan Carlos Vega, who gave us a big hand in the room and a roast at home on the coast.
One day before the game we did the oil change that came Flurry kicking like crazy. Party already had the chassis of both oxide but continued forward as the first day. That problem was solved here in Antigua where we send you a tinkerer to strengthen and rebuild the rotting socal all of our craft.

* La Ventosa, Oaxaca. Sleeping

few hours near the border and without the slightest melancholy did the paperwork to leave Mexico and the minute I was fascinated with the beauty of Guatemala.

We had some damage to land board Frias. The Falcon began to fail. The primer was closed only by the wells and then drowned in gasoline intake system. Unplug everything and dale, we will continue.

We wanted to arrive early to Lake Atitlan to find some friends we met in Honduras to more than one year. Again failures Falcon, now had released a tuerquita coil and because of that we came failing. A bottle of Turkish nut and bolts and back to 100%.

remember when we came up the four, I wanted to go back to a hot springs located at the top of the cold mountains of Guatemala to visit with my family about 10 years ago, but did not know where they were so postponed for the return.

So suddenly we find the welcome sign to that beautiful place up so we went to relax a little.

started to rain and we headed to Lake Atitlan, but later so the idea was able to sell to eat and find a place to sleep.

At Panajachel we learned we had lost our valuable business tool, our folder full of newspaper clippings that helped us to show people about the seriousness of our tour. In the confusion I hear a scream from looking Marimbha and I find the Mexican buttoned the first chapin (Guatemala) he saw. We'll see where we have to see it becoming a mom to small Marimbha.

* Lake Atitlan, Panajachel, Guatemala.

good we thought we were here, walking the 12 villages, but the economic situation not good around here and we wanted to reach home, a home where settle without the pressure of paying a hotel or sleep in the tent. Check

mails and there came one of our great friend the "Boris", who had helped us a lot in our first step by the former, saying that when we want here we had to sleep and eat. Without doubt the ultimate re-use the tank to get home.
going around the downtown Boris find waiting for us in about 15 days, but compared to the surprise did not hesitate to invite us to his house to eat and drink coffee shops and convenience imaginable in a family rich. Then he took us to his friend "Marioni, now our friend Mario, a mechanic who is staying with us who share football, food, movies and even your kitchen we're borrowing for the new item that we are testing at this time of crisis.

* Separate building stone buckets who buy a 1 quetzal each. 50 buckets load achieved in a day and live with it. (1 dollar: 8 quetzales)

* Boris and his family invite us to eat often as before when we were four and we received the cafe of the Church of the Way making us feel at home.

As the sale of the shirts was complicated by the global crisis and to lose our wallet, we played a few bucks we did go out and sell pies creole, fried and good home. We'll see how it goes, always wanting to do our best again. Phone in Jocotenango
(home of "Marioni): 78311938

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