One border crossing to another..

Time passed by so fast.. It has been 36 days since we started the journey, leaving Buenos Aires on the 13th of July. After covering 9 countries (Argentina, Brazil, Venezuela, Colombia, Costa Rica, Nicaragua, Honduras, Guatemala, Mexico) and travelled 14941 kms, we are now in El Paso, Texas, America with 6768 kms to go to get our sweet asses to Alaska.
We left Dominical, Costa Rica into Nicaragua on Friday, 10 August. With heavy rains and early sunset, we decided to stay in Jinotape, a small town along the route. Hotel was nothing fancy and i never did mind since we stayed at a 'whorehouse' before in Maracaibo but my god, i didnt feel safe. There were 3 security guards armed with (pump gun, i think), standing by in front of the hotel. Imagine that! I guess it's a norm as when we got to Tegucilgapa, Honduras.. its the same thing too. Armed guards and the main door at the hotel lobby is locked by night falls. Something tells me that i dont think i would wanna go back to this 2 countries. Driving up north into Guatemala the next day, we spent the night in Cuilapa in a small, on top of a hill motel which looked quite deserted but i feel a lot better than the ones before. A man who is apparently running for governor of that teeny weeny town joined us for dinner and damn his moustache is so thick that i bet he has a shampoo and a comb for it.And my mind started to wonder whether is that the reason he got elected for.. Perhaps, you may never know. I was trying very hard not to stare at him and his other half as i know and half of the people i know that i can be quite obvious when something intrigues me that much so i tried to keep my focus on my pollo championes (is that how its spelled? i wonder) that tasted exactly lke the roast chicken in Dave's Deli. I was amazed with that too. Shit! Im easily amused, arent i?
By the way,thank god for the heated pool, it took my mind off the moustache and into the pool with Patrick and Martin and ohh.. our new found frined, Rambo. He is the security guard that was around the area, guarding while we took a dip ( and a picture with him too! i dont know why). We had an early cool morning drive out of the scrawny town, up and down, round and round the hills, heading towards the next border. It was so good.. I dont know what made it so good and my mind could think clearly ( i actually resolved few issues in my head that morning). Maybe it was because of my full tummy with heavy breakfast, cooked by papa as the motel didnt serve any breakfast. At 6.30am, he prepared 3 packets of maggi in a bowl and a cup of milo for me. I think he thinks im a pig, what say you? Not that im complaining as i did finish without any hardwork but really, am i? Am i?
The good feeling didnt last that long as we've reached the Mexican border, we were stuck there for half a day due to unnecessary situation. Thanks to my 'lucky charm', we got thru the border by 6pm. Spending a night at Tapachula wasnt so good as i could recall but Puerto Escondido, which was the next town that we spent the night was great. Great, great, great. You see, i like small towns. I find that the people are friendlier, the food they serve is original, not confused to suit to certain international taste and the ambience is just relaxing, easy going where one can enjoy the time they spend. Puerto Escondido was great! Next day, we drove up to Acapulco without going into the beach area as the city wasnt impressive at all as i thought it would be.. Dirty, unfinished building, poverty, too commercialized made us skip and headed for Toluca. But before that, we said our goodbyes and many thanks to Buby and Barbara who are heading back to Buenos Aires. I will miss them.. they are so much fun to be with.
Anyway, back to Toluca(telur ka?), it's a city which is 2400mtrs above sea level so you could well imagine how's the tempreature was like. Driving up to the city/town, we went thru small indi villages with superb views and i was wondering why were they covering themselves up with pochos and sweaters. Then i realized how high we were and upon arriving, it was cold, freaking cold. And these two Malaysians just strolled in with t-shirts, shorts and flip flops! Malaysia Boleh! Hehe..
Hmm..Let me see. There was Torren 1150kms up north from Toluca, a small town that we stopped by to overnight since the sun had dawn on us and left early in the morning towards the American/Mexican border. After driving 904kms, we reached Santa Teresa, an easier check point, rather than going thru El Paso's check point and got ourselves a very much needed comfy room in Holiday Inn El Paso, where we are now.. So far, it has been one hell of a trip. Crossing Central America without Maxis line was hard for me especially when it comes the need to talk to adik and unconsistent internet service has put me on hold in writing the blog. As i've said before, i would love to have my friends, my adik to be with me (rather than writing, i aint a writer) and see what i see, feel what i feel and experience new, everyday joy that makes life worth living. No doubt,as foreseen, a lot of money was spent (and a lot more to come till we get back), time taken and unexpected scenes arise but it was all well worth it. And if i have to do it all over again, i would.But this time.. come with me. I promise you, you wont regret it..