After waiting in a shady park and failing to get a cab on the street, we spot the Best Western, get…read morea phone number and dial in some help. Acosta's is there within ten minutes.
The driver speaks Spanish, so it's time to start practising! Paddy's dropped out of the race at this point, so first stop is the Greyhound station. Next stop the border. The driver explains it's the same place. He points out the crossing, and it's one of the more surreal sights of the trip. Cars are stopped at the gates, and on the side, foot traffic like us can go through. In 100 metres, we're going to be totally Yelpless.
It's a mixed feeling of doom and excitement. We've heard a lot about border towns, and are not keen to hang around in one.
It's at this point with one week remaining, and, according to the taxi driver, 36 hours of bus to Mexico city, that I realise I should have done some more homework on this trip. We've got zero idea how to get to the bus, zero idea on what's required to cross the border, and zero idea to get to any hotel should we decide its too hard, and to stay for the night.
Why does Google maps and Yelp stop at the US border?? Yelp, tear down this wall !!
