Heading for the Border. We pass the visual sign that means Seat belts Obiligatore every 10 miles, and next we see the Police pick up truck with 6 Policemen standing in the back as they drive along. The fruit workers all do the same thing, standing on top of the fruit when they come home from the day in the fields. We've passed air plants growing in abundance on the telephone wires, memorial crypts along the roadside, the common form of honoring those who have died on the roads; corn, horses, donkeys,and goats grazing along the roadside doing the grass cutting.
There is such a diversity in Mexico from Wealth to very poor simple living. You see women that have gathered wood from the jungle, carried it home on their backs to fuel their stoves at home. When we drive through villages, the people all wave and smile like we are celebrities. They seem very happy in everything they do.
We arrive at the border and have the Hologram taken off our motorhome. It's good for 10 years but you cannot sell the vehicle without making a trip to the border and having them remove it or they deem that you have sold it in Mexico illegally and a Mexican jail cell awaits you. No thanks.
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