7/16/97, Somewhere outside Veracruz--
Woke up to the sound of a very
large donkey after sleeping about six hours in the backyard of a restaurant
that doubled as the farm of a family, complete with animals.
We entered the city of Mazititlan and became seriously lost. One hour later, we somehow emerged back on the 180 in the right direction. This highway had only a couple toll areas, one of which I was worried about because we didn't have any Mexican pesos left.
About 10 miles before we approached the toll area, we were passed by four or five other Rovers, a couple of D90s, Discovery’s, and a Defender 110. We learned that they were communicating on CB channel 12, so we exchanged hellos. They were very excited that we made the trip.
We learned that there was only one other Series vehicle on the trip, A 1974 Series III. Not as old as ours however! The owner and his poor family were actually working on it as they went.
The entire group approached
the toll booth, and I radioed ahead to Hercules, asking Dave Hughes to
please pay for our vehicle as we were out of cash. One of the guys in
the blue Land Rover Discovery was named Dave too. He intercepted the transmission
and thought we were asking him to pay our toll. He proceeded to
pay tolls for the entire squadron of Land Rovers, and our entire group
sailed on through. It was pretty funny and made for an interesting introduction.