Jimmy has got a thing for Latin chicks, and here he is already smitten and only 50 meters inside the country. The chick is behind the tinted glass making photocopies (for a price) to allow you to apply for an entry visa. Even though I am married happily, I agree - she was hot...
Passing Migracion and Aduanas went very smoothly.
Mexico seems much more prosperous than it did a decade ago. This is typical of Police vehicles we saw all over the country. No more rat-a-tat junker automobiles for law enforcement.
After clearing the border, which took less than half an hour, we were free in Mexico.
We headed for Chihuahua on Route 45. Note that the road is marked as Route 45 on the highway signs, but the map thinks it is Route 16. This is a very common phenomenon in Mexico.
Ojinaga is a strange border city. It has none of the typical border character like one would find in Nuevo Laredo or Matamoros. There are no artisans, no street vendors, and no vagrants or beggars. Very different.
It is however very apparent that one has entered another dimension when crossing the border. The sounds change. The smells change. All is different. The ebb and flow of life is immediately occurring at a different pace. The dirt and dust is oppressive, as is the litter. It is a little disconcerting when crossing the border, because the change is so abrupt.
The smell of elotes is everywhere. For those who do not know, elotes is a corn on the cob preparation that is popular in Mexico. The ears are roasted on an open fire and have a very distinctive aroma. Very different for us Americans. They taste wonderful, but will challenge you with the olfactory sensations. It seems as if Ojinaga is dipped in Essence of Elote.
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