Mexico A Go-Go

Okay, so no comments about wanting to see the Mexico pics. But we're going to rub it in anyway. First, we went southwest through Why, AZ. Yes, Why, AZ. Believe me. You'd be asking the same question if you ever went there, too. We opted not to go directly south to Nogales because of all the drug-related shootings and such, and it really wasn't a direct route to Rocky Point. Why, AZ is. After a hundred miles or so of chaparral valleys and desert mountains, we passed through Why down through Organ Pipe National Park (Saguaro cacti galore) and into Lukeville, which is basically a waystation for people trying to get into Mexico. NO ONE stopped us from crossing the border. NO ONE! I thought for sure some Federali would ask us if we have any weapons, tainted meat, or a kidnapped half-Chinese-half-Apache-Indian baby. But no, we drove right on through. So once we got out of the Mexican border town (you could just tell how little the people cared about their town: garbage, rundown houses, stray dogs), the chaparral disappeared and we were left with another 60 miles of barren wasteland. We finally got into Rocky Point and walked through the tourist trap part.

We had to order Mexican food, because there

were no Asian restaurants. Oh, and because we were in Mexico. Duh.

We thought about leaving Avery there. She just seemed to fit in.

Well, we got some fresh shrimp (the restaurant was located on top of the seafood market) and headed off to the resort area of the bay. We collected seashells. Walked in the surf. Basically stuff that is normal in July, not in the middle of December.

Once we had a full bucket of shells and sand, we packed up and headed for greener country, the USA. Even Why, AZ is greener than Rocky Point. And they let us all back in, including the half-Chinese-half-Apache-Indian baby. THE END.