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We'd often talked about doing it, and last year we did cross into Mexico briefly at Agua Prieta (across from Douglas, Arizona) on our way to Las Cruces after
visiting Tombstone, but we had never taken the opportunity to cross into Mexico
at El Paso, even though it was only 45 minutes away and much more
tourist-friendly. Until this year, that
is. On Wednesday afternoon, several of us drove down to El Paso, parked at
the border, and walked across the bridge into Ciudad Juarez (usually
just called "Juarez") for a couple of hours to do a little sightseeing and
shopping. Juarez has a population of about 1.7 million people, making it
about three times larger than El Paso. Mexico is definitely a different
place.
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Crossing the international
bridge into Mexico. Note the long line of cars coming back the
other way waiting to enter the U.S. |
Looking back toward El Paso
as one crosses into Mexico.
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First photo taken in Mexico.
The traffic on the street heading into the U.S. was bumper to bumper. |
Hotel Del Rio. |
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"Stop," undoubtedly. |
"Mr. Bar Fog." (Your guess is as good
as mine.) |
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Dentist offices were commonplace,
including some that advertised beer on the same sign. |
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Some street scenes. |
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Entering one of the many
shops lining both sides of the main street leading up to the border. |
Dammy wanted a sombrero, and,
after some haggling,
he found one at a price he was willing to pay. Whatever you paid,
Dammy, it was too much. |
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The Mexican side of the bridge to return to the U.S.
The sign translates essentially to "International Bridge, Passage to the North." |
The sign translates to "Have
a Good Trip." |
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Back in Las Cruces, Lindsay
displays her sombrero. |
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