Our hotel is right on the Pan-American Highway (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pan-American_Highway), it turns out. With 4 or 5 lanes in each direction, traffic here is truly impressive -- an amazing number of squealing brakes and 18-wheelers honking hourly. Luckily, the hotel itself is very quiet. Or maybe we just don't hear anything over the din...
As it's busy and not very populated, this neighborhood is a difficult one in which to walk Our Dang Dog. You miss the interesting mix of architecture because your eyes are glued to the sidewalk to avoid stepping in one of the hundreds of shards of broken glass. Tough town. Nonetheless, we have noticed some interesting houses -- more like mini-mosques (pictures to follow) than colonial houses. The fanciest ones are in a local version of gated communities: one short street of townhouses all fenced-in together, with a little park in the middle.
Friday was a very big day: we applied for our DCL (DCL = Dedicated Commuter Lane? The website didn't readily provide facts) passes with U.S. Customs and Border Patrol. These are muy, muy importante, as they can cut waiting times at the U.S. border by ONE HOUR.
You drive just over the border to apply for them, which requires a long application, fingerprints, and at least $500. While waiting our turn, we got to watch the border patrol in action. They are constantly on the move, walking down the lines of cars (the line was 30 or 40 cars in each of the 4 lanes when we went; took 20 minutes or so to get to the front). They chased off people who were loitering behind some wide poles next to one of the lanes. Hardy souls can walk across the border, passing through turnstiles, but that meant a walk of miles and miles for the folks crossing at the bridge where we were. In total, there are 5 bridges linking Juarez and El Paso. At least one is private, and requires a 35-cent toll.
p.s. Hotel bathroom starting to smell like sewage, too! I should note, however, that when the gritty wind blows, it does at least cut down on the smell outside...
© 2006 http://cjmex.blogspot.com/
As it's busy and not very populated, this neighborhood is a difficult one in which to walk Our Dang Dog. You miss the interesting mix of architecture because your eyes are glued to the sidewalk to avoid stepping in one of the hundreds of shards of broken glass. Tough town. Nonetheless, we have noticed some interesting houses -- more like mini-mosques (pictures to follow) than colonial houses. The fanciest ones are in a local version of gated communities: one short street of townhouses all fenced-in together, with a little park in the middle.
Friday was a very big day: we applied for our DCL (DCL = Dedicated Commuter Lane? The website didn't readily provide facts) passes with U.S. Customs and Border Patrol. These are muy, muy importante, as they can cut waiting times at the U.S. border by ONE HOUR.
You drive just over the border to apply for them, which requires a long application, fingerprints, and at least $500. While waiting our turn, we got to watch the border patrol in action. They are constantly on the move, walking down the lines of cars (the line was 30 or 40 cars in each of the 4 lanes when we went; took 20 minutes or so to get to the front). They chased off people who were loitering behind some wide poles next to one of the lanes. Hardy souls can walk across the border, passing through turnstiles, but that meant a walk of miles and miles for the folks crossing at the bridge where we were. In total, there are 5 bridges linking Juarez and El Paso. At least one is private, and requires a 35-cent toll.
p.s. Hotel bathroom starting to smell like sewage, too! I should note, however, that when the gritty wind blows, it does at least cut down on the smell outside...
© 2006 http://cjmex.blogspot.com/