Trailer Trash

Back in San Diego we moved into Jacks RV with Zach, this was somewhat ironic as we had spent a considerable amount of our time camping slagging off RVs for the landscape blotting excessive size and loud generators.

The mormons are everywhere in America even in California, this very jazzy church was owned by them

You can't really make it out in the photo but the bag says 'Ralphs caring for the environment'

Cristina's boyfriend Thomas gave us both a much needed haircut 

At home in the RV

Zac has been working out a lot but thankfully still can't beat me in an arm wrestle

The farmers market at Ocean Beach

This is an iced tea with in it boba - weird tapioca balls that have to be tried rather than described http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boba_milk_tea

Fulfilling the expected stereotype Fiona and myself cooked bangers and mash (bought at Ralphs of course)

Mrs Mash

Yum, looks like something out of the Beano

Zach seems a little unsure - maybe it was my purple gravy

just eat it already........

Christina and Zach did a fantastic job of hosting us in San Diego.  We'd been at the beach, in the sea, on the rollercoaster, up a tree to watch sunset, at the market, eating huge breakfasts and loads of lovely mexican food and for the grand finale of our action packed schedule on our last night in San Diego we went to 'Lips' the transvestite cabaret - it was a fitting send off (we had to leave at 5am the next day, Zac heroically agreed to drive us to the bus station).  

the cocktails were awesome

Getting into the swing of things

Me and Ertha Kit sharing a special moment - To my dismay Tina Turner failed to show up

Zac was a hit with the ladies/lady impersonators

The late Amy Winehouse torments a bride on her hen do.  As the compare for the evening s/he was hilariously bitchy and the top of her wig came off to reveal a vodka bottle.

So it finally came time to leave the American Underhills, we said our goodbyes and said so long and thanks for all the In and Out burgers...................

We decided, based on the best available advice that Nogales was the best and safest boarder crossing, this meant an all day journey from San Diego to Tuscon, Arizona and then we finally hit the US- Mexican border town of Nogales.

If I wasn't such a tree hugger and bleeding heart liberal I would probably describe Greyhound as a transport system exclusively for newly released convicts, incredibly scary tattooed people visiting their children (this represents exactly 1 in 5 passengers on every trip) and estranged partners, homeless people and low paid immigrants. The underclass of America can be found on a bus, it is obviously the point at which environmentally savy democrat do gooders draw the line.

We were waiting for our transfer bus for over two hours ( it was waiting to get back into the US from the Mexican side and the queue can be hours long) and missed our connection to Hermosillo so eventually we had to cross on foot and get a taxi to the bus terminal. Fiona is holding a voucher for a tax free bottle of wine, having bought it we were not allowed to have it until we walked through the border (we had to pay tax if we went back into the states) - this meant a member of staff from the shop had to walk the hundred metres down the road to the border with us and witness the bottle crossing through to Mexico.  Bit of a palaver for a bottle of wine!

Crossing the border on foot.  Its just the gate in the background where the person is, not very exciting!  Once you're through there's no going back...the queue into the US from the other side was huge.

The Greyhound christmas poster was awesome - we did get to Hermosillo, just 4 hours later than planned, but we did it - Estamos en Mexico!