Mexico, que bonita. The first thing you notice when crossing the border from Brownsville Texas to Matamoros, is the dust. It is as if thereis an invisible veil seperating the two countries, containing the dust south of the Rio Grande: but for the Mexicans, this dusty veil is an economic reality. The second thing you notice is the people. Walking, hawking fruit, vegetablesand anything remotely of value, pushing things (cars, carts & prams) and working, all of it done out of doors. Life is outsideand nothing seems to be hidden from view. Neither Brownsville nor Matamoros have much going for them besides being border towns, one full of shopping malls and Mexican run Chinese restaurants and the other just dusty, with long lines in the only visible bank. We rode across the International Bridge, flashing our
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