Burning Van

Today, the only thing wrong with the van was that the horn stopped working. Later, it fine again.

"Are we there yet?"

So far it is very much like Burning Man, but in a van. It is Burning Van. And instead of 30,000 people, there are only 2 people and a dog. We spend our days managing ice and shade, placing web bandanas on our hot parts. As at Burning Man, if you get the ratios just right, you can stay cool.

alternate names for the submarine:
Rita Moreno
Willie Brown

Officials at the Sinaloa border ask to see our vehicle permit and check us for fruit.



Arrive in bustling Los Mochis. Truly a submarine now, driving through streets flooded as much a foot or more deep. People walking with shoes in hand. After trying 5 or 6 hotels, the only one that would take a dog, ironically is a 5-star business hotel (no carpet). $100 ouch.

I realize now, that while I can connect to the internet using my Sprint cell phone as a modem, but not in Mexico. The Sprint telephone op tells me that we should have had our "preferred roaming list" updated when back home. Now things will not work properly and there is no way to update the software--you need to be within signal reach of a Sprint tower.

That night fancied a bit of entertainment in the hotel bar. 3 young teens in tight jeans and open shirts, clearly Morrisey fans, singing mexican ballads while their tio (uncle) accompanied on full symphonic casio. The boy on the left wriggling like he was Shakira.