We began driving away from the Mosquito Beach at 6:00 am. I drove until 9:30 when Peter took over for a stint. Then, I took over for the rest of the day. Here's why: Peter got the stomach bug. He got it big time. There was no doubt he had it since when we approached the second checkpoint for the day, he vomited violently out the window right before we were going to get the once over by the federales. They acted as if they saw that kind of stuff all the time. From that point on, Peter did a fantastic job of co-piloting me through Mexico. I'm not the most confident stick shift driver on the planet, but, after this drive, I feel much better.
We made it to Tijuana and through the border without much consequence. We did get put in secondary to surrender the 2 avocados we'd forgotten to pitch. As soon as we crossed the border, Peter called for the nearest hotel. I knew he was feeling bad when that decision was made. I wasn't complaining. I was more than pleased to have a clean, soft bed and a HOT shower! Slowly, Peter felt better. He ate a little bit. It made me happy that he was out of the woods. The stomach bug is no fun. I had it last year and I was sure I was dying! I'd take 2 black eyes over that any day!
Tomorrow we're off to check out Peter's old stomping ground - Mammoth Lakes, CA!
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