I must say, Texas is a mixed bag. The salsa mines of El Paso are frighteningly impverished, and half of that city looked to be a electricity-less shanty town. About 50 miles outside of El Paso, we had to stop at a border patrol check point where they quized us on our destination and intentions. It didn't help matters much that CGBC, who'd been asleep in the back seat as we pulled in, sat bolt upright and shouted at the woman quizing us "Your papers, Please!" in a thick German accent.
But then, we were let on through and sent on our way. It took almost 10 hours to get across the scrublands of Texas and into some sort of civilization. We made many friends on the road, including one fellow in a special edition Lone Star Dodge pickup who played leap frog with us for about seventy miles. Each time we passed each other, we waved that driver wave of acknowledgement. Said wave is quite popular here in Texas, and it's an indication of how friendly these folk are.
We made it to Stacky's at around six PM, sometime. I'm not quite sure what time it is exactly, because we are in the central time zone now, and that's where they use metric. Currently, it's 75 minutes after eleventy three.
Stacky has quite the pad, a four bedroom house with all the trimmings. He also has a cat named Frank, and we're told that his backyard is filled with chameleons in the morning and afternoon. I should like to catch one, I believe.
Of course, the second I arrive here, the meetings I was after in Emeryville came through. Had to cancel. C'est la vie. I'll catch them when I get back.