This entry covers our whole trip from our home in
Cayo, Belize, to Tom’s parents’ home in Heathrow, FL. I wrote the blog posts as we traveled, so you
may have to keep track of what day “today” is when I mention it…but it will
make you feel like you are really there.
Tom is working on another blog post detailing mileage, tolls, and other
travel details, but this will give you the nitty-gritty on the trip. Please email us if you are thinking of making
this trip and have any questions.
Overall, we hope people get the message that as far as we are concerned,
all of the horror stories about traveling through Mexico are just that –
stories. We had no problems whatsoever,
and in fact found everybody to be very nice and helpful. It probably helps that we are both able to
speak some Spanish, which saved a lot of confusion, and that we were just
traveling as tourists without any extra baggage, but we didn’t have one scary
moment and thoroughly enjoyed our trip off the beaten path.
Day 1: Wednesday,
July 18, 2012
Cayo, Belize to El Ceibo, Guatemala
Cayo, Belize to El Ceibo, Guatemala
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| Ready to go! In our driveway at home in Belize |
This morning we started our 2012 Summer Adventure,
a round trip from our home in Belize through Guatemala and Mexico, into the USA
and on to Florida, where we plan to begin a month plus drive up the East Coast
to visit family and friends, many of whom we haven’t seen since we moved to
Belize over five years ago. We’ve been
planning this trip for months, doing all the research and paperwork so things
will go as smoothly as possible. We have
insurance for the vehicle in Mexico and the US, all sorts of spare parts in
case of a breakdown on the truck, Tom got extra pages in his passport, and we
have all the papers we need so Jalis and Nock can freely cross the
borders. We have lots and lots of copies
of everything, and we’ve done enough research and asked enough questions that
we think we know what to expect as we head north.
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| Getting off the ferry, leaving Spanish Lookout...on the road! |
This morning started smoothly enough. We were full last night, so we got up and
made breakfast for our guests. We had
done all of our packing yesterday, so this morning all we had to do for
ourselves was eat, shower, and load the car.
We said goodbye to our guests, and were in the car at 9:57AM, three
minutes ahead of our planned departure. Tom, Julio, and I were all shaking our heads
because Jalis, who never goes in the car because it’s too hot here, jumped
right in like he knew he was part of the adventure. Julio made him get out to say goodbye and
pose for pictures, and as soon as he let him go, he jumped back in. Nock, knowing the drill, was ready to get in
and go. We had only one minor hitch, which we discovered yesterday; Tom found
that one of the spare car parts was wrong, so instead of heading straight for
the border, we took a small detour to Spanish Lookout to exchange the
part. That done, we headed back to the
Western Highway, and figured that detour only set us back an hour.
We hit the Guatemala border almost exactly at
noon. Tom had obtained a 90-day vehicle
permit when he took Julio and his family to Tikal a few weeks ago, so with that
already done, we got ourselves, the car, and the dogs across the border in less
than 30 minutes. Why, you may be asking,
are we going to Guatemala? When we
started talking to people about our drive, a few different people mentioned
that there is a “new” border crossing between Guatemala and Mexico. By taking this crossing, instead of doing the
usual route of going east to Belize City then north to Corozol/Chetumal, then
west and south through Mexico before finally heading north, we could head due
west and then start to head north immediately in Mexico. This crossing, called El Ceibo, was opened in
2009, and we couldn’t find much information about it online. It’s not on most of the maps, and even the
supposedly up-to-date Google Map and MapQuest maps don’t show it, unless you
start asking for directions from town to town along the way; a simple “Flores
to El Ceibo” query doesn’t do it. But,
living as close as we do to the Guatemala border, we started asking people we
know who travel in Guatemala about it, and we found a number of people who have
done it, and all recommended it. We got
the town-to-town directions from local people, and entered Guatemala without a
map, only knowing which series of towns we were supposed to go through.
We’ve done the route from Melchor to Flores a
number of times, so that was no problem.
Once we headed out the south side of San Benito, things got a little
less clear. There were signs to La Libertad
before Santa Elena/Flores, but once we got into Santa Elena and San Benito,
there were only a few signs, and they were very vague. So, we just followed traffic, and when the
traffic started to thin out we stopped and Tom asked if we were on the right
road. We weren’t; Tom was told to
backtrack and take the next exit off a circle we had just passed. We took the next exit, still weren’t sure we
were right, and stopped and asked again.
Sure enough, we had to take the next “next exit,” which then put us on
the right road. We made it through San
Francisco, then took another wrong turn before getting to La Libertad, which
was corrected by again asking directions.
At this point I noticed that Tom seems to have a knack for asking
directions at the right time, before we get too far off track. The turn to El Naranjo was pretty clearly
marked, but just to make sure, Tom stopped and checked; that time we were
right. To further complicate things,
torrential rain started just as we got out of San Benito, so we were driving
unfamiliar roads in terrible conditions.
I was very glad that Tom had decided to get new tires for the car before
we left!
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| Countryside in western Peten, Guatemala between La Libertad and El Naranjo |
It took us about an hour and a half to get from
Melchor to Flores, and then another hour to get to La Libertad and on the road
to El Naranjo. At La Libertad, Tom asked
how far to El Naranjo and was told about three and a half hours. With the bad driving conditions, we weren’t
sure we would even do it that quickly, and Tom was getting a little worried
about not getting to a good stopping point in either Guatemala or Mexico before
dark. I told him not to worry since
there was no point to it, and we had no way to tell how far along the route we
were. I wasn’t too worried, since
despite the rain I was enjoying the incredible scenery; the western part of
Guatemala’s Peten region is stunning, with lots of hills and limestone
formations, and with the rain it is very, very green.
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| Almost to El Naranjo, sign for the road to the El Ceibo border |
We finally hit a military road block, where they
asked for our documentation and wanted to see what we had packed. We showed them everything they wanted to see,
and they sent us on our way, telling us that the border was only about 20
minutes away, which meant we’d hit the border right around 5PM. We had been told the border was open until
6PM, so we entertained brief hopes of getting into Mexico, but when we got
there, just before 5, we found that while the Guatemala side was open, the
Mexico side closed at 5.
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| Track to the hotel where we stayed at the El Ceibo border |
We changed some
money so we don’t have to do that tomorrow, and the guys at the border sent us
to a small hotel, coincidentally called El Ceibo, just a short distance from
the border. For $150Q we have a very
large room with two beds, the owner is making us dinner, and the dogs are
welcome.
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| El Ceibo hotel. 7 units, electricity only provided by generator in the evening - just like home! |
The electricity was supposed to
be turned on at 6, and at 6:40 it’s still not on, but it’s not completely dark
yet. And if we don’t get electricity, we
have water, food, a bathroom, and beds to sleep in, so we are fine.
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| El Ceibo shanty town on the Guatemala side |
Day 2: Thursday,
July 19, 2012:
El Ceibo, Guatemala/Tabasco, Mexico to Cosamaloapan, Mexico
El Ceibo, Guatemala/Tabasco, Mexico to Cosamaloapan, Mexico
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| Approaching the gate to the free zone on the Guatemala side |
Thursday morning we were awakened early by the
roosters, guinea hens, dogs, and pigs vocally prowling the shanty border
town. We showered, dressed, ate,
repacked the car, and loaded up the dogs right around 7:30AM and headed to the
border so we could be near the front of the line to cross into Mexico when the
border opened at 8AM. Fortunately, it
had stopped raining overnight so packing wasn’t too difficult. We were near the front of the line. In fact, we were the first car in line, in a
line of one. Nobody else was there to
cross the border when the gate was opened at 8AM.
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| In the free zone on the Guatemala side. Immigration buildings to the left. |
The border on the Guatemala side is a bunch of
trailers and sheds. Tom found one that
said something about Immigration, so he got out with our passports and all of
our papers to find out what we had to do to exit Guatemala. He was a little worried, because when he had
mentioned what we were doing to the guys at the gate the evening before, they
had told him that he would be required to turn in our vehicle permit to exit
the country, which we didn’t want to do because it’s supposed to be good until
the middle of October, and we were planning to use it to drive back through
Guatemala on our way home. But we
needn’t have worried; the man who checked Tom out told him where to go to make
sure the vehicle was okay to exit, and while the people at this western border
crossing hadn’t seen one of the 90 day permits before, they were happy with its
authenticity (which is good, since it’s real) and allowed Tom to take the
vehicle. All of this took about a half
hour, and then I had to go get my passport stamped out of Guatemala. When I went in, the official was standing on
the steps chatting, and he greeted me with “Buenos dias, Margarita.” I figured he and Tom had been chatting, but I
didn’t know Tom told him my name, although when I went in and found out how
chatty and friendly the man was, I wasn’t surprised it took Tom as long as it
did. When we exit Guatemala at Melchor,
we hand our passports to the official, the official finds the page where we
were checked in, and stamps us out; the whole procedure takes about 30
seconds. This man looked through my
passport, chatted and smiled, offered me a cup of coffee, and when I declined
saying I preferred tea, he told me about his favorite kind of Guatemalan tea
and gave me two teabags for later. Then
we chatted some more, and he leafed through my passport, scanned it a few
times, fiddled with his stamp. stamped the passport, leafed through it a few
more times, chatted some more, and
finally handed it back and told me to have a nice trip. All told, it took me about 15 minutes to get
my passport stamped, and in the whole 45 minutes that it took Tom and me to
check out of Guatemala, two big trucks went through. So much for the long line, and most of the
time was spent visiting with the apparently lonely border officials.
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| Heading into the Mexico side of the free zone |
We drove through the gate to the Mexican side of
the border and pulled over in front of the Immigration building where they
spray cars entering the country. The
Immigration buildings on the Mexican side are one trailer near the road for
checking people through, and a large concrete building for everything else, and
lots of pavement and sidewalks – much fancier than the Guatemala side.
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| Immigration on the Mexico side |
A woman came to the curb to meet us, and Tom
got out with his folder of documents.
She had me roll up the window and had Tom step away from the vehicle so
they could spray it, and then she started talking to Tom about what we were
doing. She saw the dogs and asked for
their papers, which we had. However, she
also wanted a record of their worming, which I never write down. Fortunately I have a pack of their pills for
August with “August 15” written in Sharpey on the back, and when I gave her
those and explained that I had just given them their July pills on the 15th,
and had these for the next month, she was happy – but, she still wanted me to
put their worming record in their health folders, and then she sent the updated
folders with their Belize vet certificate and the vaccination certificates off
to the big building with another official, who printed out official Mexican
papers for them.
While I was updating their books, she spied my
saddle bag containing my good Stubben jumping saddle that I am bringing to the
US in hopes of getting it repaired. She
had Tom get it out of the car and out of its bag, and then she had the man
fumigate it, which involves hosing it down with bug spray. I hadn’t been paying attention while I was
doing the dog papers, and I was horrified when I looked over my shoulder and
saw my saddle sitting on the pavement being hosed with insecticide. Tom said the man really didn’t want to spray
it, but the woman insisted, so he had no choice. And, once I realized what was happening, I
decided to be philosophical about it, since the saddle was filthy from sitting
in my tack room for about two years since it broke, and I figure if the saddle
repairer tells me the leather is in bad shape, I can blame the Mexican
fumigation rather than my lack of care.
Plus, the saddle completely self-destructed, so I’m not even sure it can
be repaired, and in any case it was already done when I realized what was
happening so I couldn’t do anything anyway.
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| How Jalis rides, with his head in my lap, although he later claimed the back seat where he had more room. |
When the dogs, the car, and my saddle were done,
Tom and I had to go sit down with the immigration official. Like the man on the Guatemala side, this
gentleman chatted with us, practiced pronouncing our names, talked to us about
the scenery, and took his time flipping through and scanning and stamping our
passports before giving us our passports, our 180 day visas, and one piece of
paper with our exit tax on it, which he told us we had to take to a bank to pay
before trying to leave the country.
While we were in his office, we looked at a clock, which was an hour
ahead of our watches. We asked if that
was the correct time, and the man explained that it was since Mexico observes
Daylight Savings Time, which Guatemala and Belize don’t, which explains why the
Mexican border opens an hour later than Guatemala…it’s really the same time,
but the clocks are an hour different. We
then drove to the big building, where I sat in the car with Nock and Jalis
while Tom went in to get a permit to drive the vehicle in Mexico. This took about another half hour while Tom
talked to the man who handles vehicles and got all the details on that. He ended up giving the vehicle a 180 day
permit as well, so that is good for both the north- and the southbound trips. This cost $49US for the permit, plus $400US
cash duty bond so we don’t sell the truck in Mexico. We could have paid this with a credit card,
but we had been told this crossing didn’t have a credit card machine, so we
were prepared with the cash. Tom also
found out that this gentleman, Luis, is the only official who handles vehicles,
and he doesn’t work on Mondays. So, we
now know that we shouldn’t try to cross out of Mexico on a Monday on our return
trip, because we won’t be able to turn in our permit and get our $400US back. While Tom was taking care of the vehicle, I
was in it with our hysterical dogs, who were having a fit because our vehicle
was sniffed by a drug dog. It did no
good whatsoever for me to explain to them that they shouldn’t bark at that dog,
who actually had a useful skill and a job, unlike the two of them.
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| Heading out of the free zone and into Tabasco, Mexico |
When Tom came out with the vehicle permit, we
thought we were ready to get on the road, but we drove about a half mile into
Mexico and were stopped at a military checkpoint where we had to get us and the
dogs out of the car so the soldiers could search the car. We had sort of wondered why that hadn’t
happened at the border, but then realized that they do this as people are
driving away. We pulled away from the
checkpoint at 11:15AM, two and a quarter hours after entering the free zone to
stamp out of Guatemala. It took this
long despite being easy and trouble free mostly, we think, because this border
is so little used that the officials on both sides just like the company, and
like to make sure they do their jobs thoroughly and correctly.
Everybody was extremely nice and helpful, and we drove into Mexico with 180 day visas for us and the vehicle, official documents for the dogs, a fumigated vehicle and saddle, and two extra Guatemalan teabags to try next time I can get some boiling water.
Everybody was extremely nice and helpful, and we drove into Mexico with 180 day visas for us and the vehicle, official documents for the dogs, a fumigated vehicle and saddle, and two extra Guatemalan teabags to try next time I can get some boiling water.
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| Beautiful countryside in Tabasco, Mexico |
We spent the rest of the day driving. The landscape in Mexico’s state of Tabasco is
beautiful, with dramatic hills, green fields, and lots of livestock. Until Villahermosa, most of the roads are two
lane country highways, so that, combined with numerous checkpoints (all of
which where we were briefly questioned and then waved through) and sporadic
road construction made for slow going.
Plus, we stopped for lunch south of Villahermosa at a roadside place
where a lot of work trucks were parked, figuring the food must be good with all
the workmen there. The food was good,
and perhaps even better than good, but it took over an hour for us to order,
eat, and get out of there. We were the
only white people in the place and I was the only woman, and as near as we can
figure, we think most of the men were on the road construction crews, and they
were just taking a long lunch break with lots of Sol beer, staying out of the
sun for the hot part of the day.
We hit Villahermosa around 4:30, almost exactly at
the 3.5 hour mark as we had been told, and felt like we were back in
civilization: 4 lane highway, lots of
cars, stores, gas stations, and people everywhere. When we had originally talked about the
drive, we had hoped to get over the border early and get at least close to
Veracruz on our second day of driving.
However, with our 11:15 border departure time, we knew we weren’t going
to make it to Veracruz. But, we also
realized that with the time change and the fact that we were moving northwest,
we were going to have a later sunset, so we decided to try to get a few more
hours of driving in during the daylight, with firm instructions to ourselves to
follow our own rules and get off the road by dark. We made it to the next large town, Acayucan,
around 6PM, when it was still quite light, so we decided to keep going. Our decision was helped by the fact that at
this point we were on the cuota, or toll, roads, which are very well traveled
4-lane highways with more limited access than the “libre” roads, although it’s
still not limited access by US standards.
The next exit, Cosamaloapan, was a good distance away, and we began to
get a little nervous as it started getting dark, but we’d made our choice and
kept at it. We were also racing a very
large rain cloud, flickering with lightening, and since we had spent part of
the afternoon again driving through torrential rain, we really wanted to avoid
that at dusk. Around 8PM, with the sun
down and dusk settling quickly, we saw the signs for the exit and decided to
get off – still just ahead of the storm.
We stopped at a hotel right on the highway, but they didn’t take
dogs. They directed us into the town,
which we found wasn’t much of a town, but we did find a motel that took
dogs. It was one of those
“no-tell-motels,” with a garage with a curtain next to the room so customers
can drive in and their cars can’t be seen.
Despite that, the room was fairly nice and clean, not to mentioned air
conditioned. We also liked the garage
because it didn’t matter if it rained for getting our stuff in and out of the
room, and we could back the tailgate of the truck right up to the wall so
nobody could get into our barrels at night.
And, the manager called out to the local taco place for us, and showed
up at our room with a bag of tacos and a few beers for us, so we were happy. So, despite the rubber pad on the bed, the
bed sized mirror at the foot of the bed, and the sheets that didn’t quite fit,
we slept quite well.
Day 3: Friday,
July 20, 2012
Cosamaloapan, Mexico to Tampico, Mexico
Cosamaloapan, Mexico to Tampico, Mexico
The next morning Tom, worrying about the drive,
was awake at 4AM and decided we should get up and get on the road. I don’t move too quickly in the morning, so
by the time I claimed my 10 more minutes of sleep and we were both washed,
packed, snacked and ready to go out the door, it was shortly after 5AM. We then found that we were locked in, which
was reassuring for the night, but which caused me to think less than charitable
thoughts about Tom for making me get up and then sit in the car and wait for
the manager to arrive to open the gate.
Tom was convinced that the manager had to be on the premises, so he
tooted the horn, hoping it would wake the manager if he was there, and not the
other guests. Fortunately for Tom, it
worked, and the manager came out of one of the rooms and unlocked the gate for
us at about 5:15. We made our way back
to the cuota road, went through the toll, and got stopped at a gamma scan which
took another 10 minutes before all the big trucks, which were the only other
vehicles on the road at that time, got through and we were on our way to
Veracruz.
While we didn’t want to drive on secondary roads
at night, driving on the cuota in the pre-dawn was actually pleasant – no
traffic, no construction, no road blocks (after the gamma ray block) – so we
made really good time and we cruised through Veracruz around 7AM. After Veracruz, the good driving ended.
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| Gulf of Mexico from secondary highway 180 north of Veracruz |
With no more cuota roads, we were on the
secondary highway that makes its way up the Costa Esmeralda, through lots of
small towns with lots of traffic, construction, and checkpoint stops. When we pulled out of Veracruz, we thought
that if we pushed it, took only a short lunch stop, and just kept driving it
might be possible to make the Texas border at Brownsville by dark, or close
enough to dark that we wouldn’t be putting ourselves in any danger.
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| Bridge into Tampico |
However, after lots of slow driving, we
pulled into Tampico at about 2:30, and realized we had to get to the bank to
pay our exit fees so we could get out of Mexico since we weren’t sure if there
was a bank at the border, and we were told we had to pay prior to leaving
Mexico. We jumped off the road running
through Tampico and headed for downtown, looking for a bank. After stopping to ask directions a couple of
times (again, always at the most opportune time when the next corner was the
turn we wanted), we finally found a bank.
Tom parked somewhat illegally – it was a yellow curb but there were
other vehicles there with their flashers on, and we weren’t blocking traffic –
and jumped out to run in the bank while I waited with the dogs and the
vehicle. And waited, and waited, and
waited, for about 45 minutes. Banks in
Tampico are just like banks anywhere else late on a Friday afternoon, and
everybody was trying to get their banking done before the weekend. Tom also took some time to explain, in
Spanish, why we only had one piece of paper for two exit fees, since the very
nice man at the Guatemala/Mexico border was apparently supposed to provide one
for each of us even though he’d made a point of telling us that we only needed
one and all we had to do was tell the bank teller we wanted to pay for
two. It all worked out in the end, and
Tom paid both of our exit fees and got two receipts, so we figured we were all
set to exit Mexico.
Before we could exit Mexico, we had to figure out
how to get out of Tampico, which turned out to be very tricky. We followed the first directions we got, and
ended up looking at the wrong end of a one way road, and by the time we turned
and turned again, and again, to try to get back to where we thought we knew
where we were, we were lost. Tom finally
asked a delivery man how to get out, and he gave fairly decent directions that
got us to the waterfront, which we followed for a while until we didn’t feel
like we were going in the right direction any more. At a light, Tom rolled down his window and
asked how to get on the northbound road out of the city, and once again timed
it perfectly as the directions were to turn and follow the road at the
intersection where we were waiting. We
got ourselves heading in the right direction on that road, and after a few more
questionable turns, finally ended up on a road that was heading out of town,
and that we both recognized from when we drove to Belize five and a half years
ago.
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| How Nock spent most of the five days in the car |
At this point it was after 5PM, so we abandoned
the plan to head for the border and decided to find a place to stay in
Tampico. We remembered a Holiday Inn we
had noticed on our last trip, so after a few false starts and turn arounds, we
made it to the parking lot, only to find that they don’t take dogs. Tom told them where we were going and they
very firmly said that we shouldn’t plan on doing that stretch of road and
getting to the border at night. After
getting that advice not only from other people who do this drive, but also from
locals, we were really glad we had decided to stop for the night. The nice people at the Holiday Inn even
called another hotel down the road and found that they would take dogs, so we
only had to go about a mile back towards Tampico to the other hotel that turned
out to be perfectly fine for the night.
We also found that it was the revamped place where we had pulled in and
camped on our way to Belize in January 2007, although they’ve apparently
condemned the hotel building they were using at that time, and have fenced off
both the hotel and the yard where we parked when we camped. They’ve now pulled in a bunch of pre-fab
metal units, which were just regular hotel rooms on the inside, and were a lot
nicer than we expected from the outside.
They also had a nice grass yard where Jalis and Nock could stretch their
legs, a diner with decent food, and a grocery store across the road where we
could get a bottle of wine to go with dinner.
In addition, they had WiFi, so we were able to check email and post a
Facebook note telling everybody we were alive and well after two days of being
out of touch in Guatemala and Mexico. We
again went to bed early since Tom decided he liked getting up and driving at
5AM, and after a very long and sometimes stressful day on the road, we zonked
out and didn’t move until the 4:15AM alarm.
Day 4:
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Tampico, Mexico to Sulphur, LA, USA
Tampico, Mexico to Sulphur, LA, USA
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| Sunrise north of Tampico. Much better roads than the day before! |
We were up and out, and even gassed up, at a
little after 5:30AM. We were upset with
Bank of America because two of our Visa cards wouldn’t work at the Pemex although
we had called ahead to get the cards approved for use in Mexico, but upon
calling Bank of America, Tom found out that the cards are approved, so for some
reason the Pemex in Tampico just wouldn’t take them. Fortunately we had enough pesos, so it was
only a minor annoyance and not much of a delay.
After driving around the night before while looking for a hotel, we knew
how to get on the road we wanted heading towards Matamoros, and for the first
day since we were on the road we made it almost to our destination without
having to ask for directions. We had
been dreading the drive because the stretch of highway we had to travel was
marked as a secondary road, just like the road up the Costa Esmeralda, and
while the map said 7 hours and people we talked to in Tampico said six hours,
we weren’t sure how long it would really take.
Plus, we remembered it as something of a goat path. As it turned out, this stretch of road is in
excellent condition with only a few minor construction detours, and we were only
waved through one military checkpoint between Tampico and the south side of
Matamoros, and we hit the Matamoros town line in just a little over five hours,
at about 10:45AM.
Matamoros is a fairly large city, and we were
waved through another checkpoint just as we went into the town. Tom figured they saw our Belize plates,
figured we were heading for the border, and if we were carrying anything
illegal, we would be caught there. It
took us a while to get through town, and once more for Tom to ask directions at
the most opportune time, but the way to the Puerte Internacional (International
Bridge) is clearly marked, so we got to the border without undue delay.
At the border, we stopped at the Mexican
Immigration office to see what we had to do to get out. As it turns out, we didn’t have to do
anything. Because our visas are good for
180 days and we are US citizens crossing between the US and Mexico, we can come
and go in Mexico as much as we want using the US border, which means we didn’t
have to stop and pay in Tampico, not only because we didn’t have to pay to exit
to the US, but also because there’s a bank at the immigration office where we
could have paid today. (Note: when US citizens are southbound, they DO have
to pay the Mexican exit fee when going into Belize or Guatemala even if they
plan to return to Mexico within 180 days, and will then have to pay it again
when returning to the US). We also found
out that the 180 day permit for the vehicle is good to go in and out, so
although it took about 20 minutes to get all of that information, all we really
had to do to exit Mexico to the US was drive across the bridge to the US
customs and immigration booths, where we waited in line for a good hour. (Note 2:
The car permit is good for 180 days, no matter which border crossing you
use, although you have to turn it in at the end of the trip or within 180 days
to get your duty bond back, plus if you don’t turn in the permit, you can never
bring another vehicle into Mexico until you turn in the permit or pay full duty
for the vehicle. Re the Guatemala
permit, we got ours at Melchor and they’d never heard of them at the El Ceibo
border, so unless they figure it out, you probably can’t get the 90 day permit
for Guatemala there. Plus, we don’t know
if they’ll issue those permits to US cars, or only to cars from neighboring
countries.)
Of course we picked the slow line with the
immigration officer who sent every other car he interviewed off to be searched,
and of course, with our Belize plates, we had to join the line to be
searched. Everybody was very pleasant,
however, and since we know the rules and weren’t carrying anything to cause any
questions, the searching didn’t take any more time than the search at the
military checkpoint as we entered Mexico.
In the end, getting into the US was way simpler than going into Mexico
or Guatemala. They didn’t want any
documentation for the dogs or the vehicle, and since we’re US citizens, they
just scanned our passports and didn’t even need to stamp them. We’re now free to travel in the US for as
long as we want, and when we go back to Mexico we should be able to just drive
across the border since our visas will still be good, our vehicle’s permit is
still good, and Jalis and Nock still have their Mexican travel permits, and we
can turn all of that in and pay our exit fees and get back the $400US duty bond
on the truck when we exit Mexico to go into Guatemala. Of course we may have complicated our lives a
little by deciding to take two additional dogs back to Belize with us, but
that’s another story and we shouldn’t have any problems with them since we know
what documentation the dogs need, and these two will have all of it so they can
be imported into Belize. Our total
border crossing time from Mexico to the US was about two hours, just like our
Guatemala/Mexico crossing, although instead of spending most of the time chatting
pleasantly with the officials, we spent most of the time waiting in lines…so
much fun to return to civilization.
We got into Brownsville feeling somewhat like we
had stepped into another world. I
haven’t been to the US in four years, and while Tom visits once a year, the
transition from the Belize jungle to Brownsville, TX, USA is a little shocking,
and Mexico wasn’t different enough from Belize to help me acclimate. We left the border crossing and got on a
highway, with wall to wall mall on both sides, with all sorts of stores and
restaurants and gas stations and cars and traffic and traffic lights and one
way streets and…chaos. However, we
remembered our civilization skills enough to get off the highway, get some much
needed lunch and a potty break (which improved my mood remarkably), and to get
a prepaid chip for a cell phone, since of course we can’t be proper Americans
without having a cell number. We’re now
heading towards Houston, and hope to make it to the Louisana border tonight…and
then, on to Florida.
Day 5: Sunday,
July 22, 2012
Sulphur, LA to Heathrow, FL
Sulphur, LA to Heathrow, FL
We made it to Sulphur, LA Saturday night, and then
covered 850 miles from Sulphur to Heathrow, FL, on Sunday, arriving just after
midnight. It’s possible to cover way
more miles on the US Interstate system than it is on Mexican roads, and Tom and
I remembered how we always used to travel as we would fill up the car, take a
potty break, walk the dogs, get something to eat, and then drive until we
needed to fill up again, which was between four and five hours with our diesel
Isuzu D-Max. We’d been worried about our
3rd world vehicle being too slow on the US highways, and while Tom
had it floored most of the time and we weren’t zipping by other vehicles in the
next lane like we used to, we weren’t going dangerously slowly and were even
able to occasionally pass another vehicle.
But we didn’t have to worry about getting a ticket!
We’re now visiting with Tom’s parents, and we will
be here until Sunday, when we will head to GA to visit more family – both the
real kind, and the kind that you make when you’re friends for years and years.
