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diagnostico – Mexico City, Mexico
The road stretched wearily between the blurry red taillights of traffic and the tall pines of the forest growing up as a fortress between us and Mexico City. The windshield wipers throbbed as a slow and steady heartbeat in the drizzle. The last dust of the Sonoran desert dripped down, comingling with the mountain soil…
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all-inclusive – Mazatlan, Sinaloa
We started early in the morning in Topolobampo. The sun was brilliant and it was hot by 7am. The town was alive, the market was crowded, and with the brightly-painted homes stacked atop each other, seemingly woven into the steep hillside, I thought of coastal southern Europe. We didn’t notice any tourists at all, and…
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somos innocente – Sinaloa
Another day of grueling heat on the road through Sonora. Dust devils and fires on the horizon, bottles and bottles of water drunk. The toll roads were being protested by their workers, and so we had to pay nothing for their use. Bonus. We were stopped twice by Federales upon crossing into the state of…
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the sun’s anvil – Sonora, Mexico
We arrived at the border town of Nogales and filled up the gas tank. Fuel in Arizona is significantly cheaper than once you cross into Mexico – an incongruous thought when you consider per-capita earnings and the value of the Peso to the US Dollar. We changed currency at the bank and Ela shot some…
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climbing out of the vortex – Sedona
After a long, hot day of driving through the desert, we arrived in Sedona to have lunch with friends. It was good to see them and laugh, but the heat was oppressive, and the crowds of paying tourists looking for metaphysical healing got me feeling a bit cynical, fresh as we were from the Hopi…
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don’t worry, be Hopi
We set out before dawn yesterday. We threw the last of our gear and some snacks for the road into the Jeep (a.k.a. Berta, a.k.a. the ExPatriot), filled up the gas tank, bade farewell to my parents, and didn’t look back. We hadn’t slept much. Chalk it up to last-minute preparations, launching the crowdfunding campaign,…
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sneak peak
We were fortunate enough to spend a couple of days with Chief Black Fox of the Dakota nation. The concepts of nationalism and closed borders take on a very different color when one glimpses them from his perspective… With his blessings of cedar, feathers, warpaint, and song, we begin our journey in the morning tomorrow.
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last week on ‘reverse caravan’
if you’re just joining us…
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so it begins…
we’ve purchased the jeep (aka ‘The Expatriot’ or ‘Berta’), the camera, the lenses. we’re assembling our camping gear. pacing. eating chocolate. making checklists. in a matter of days, the open road will stretch before us.
