Well, I made it. I started out this morning from Wichita Falls, heading south and west along relatively deserted country roads to get to Interstate 20 near Abilene, Texas. For three hours, as I passed through a number of tiny Texas towns, I saw but one human being, other than the occasional other driver. I suppose most people in rural Texas are at church on Sunday morning, but there didn´t seem to be any life around the churches either. Mostly dusty towns, cows and ranches, repeat.
As soon as I got to the Interstate, the drive worsened. Besides the flat, dull landscape, all around me were the signs of the oil industry. There were fields of oil wells, their hammer heads turning, even on Sunday morning. I passed several refineries and one crazy looking place with a huge, bright, constantly burning flame. It was all a little surreal. These large, industrial, inhuman structures creep me out, and I wanted to get past Midland and Odessa as quickly as possible.
The drive improved as I passed Pecos and headed into a far more scenic route through the mountains along the border and approaching El Paso. All would have been delightfully pleasant had I not driven straight into a storm rife with lightning and downpour. I was pretty sure my car was going to get hit by lightning, and both Fermin and my friend Sara assured me I would not die if my car was struck by lightning. Rubber tires.
Eventually, I reached El Paso, and easily crossed the border into Ciudad Juarez. I didn´t even need my passport or any identification, I got the green light and passed on through.