Sonora

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Nogales, AZ, to San Carlos, MX

Once you get through the US post at the border crossing at the end of Mariposa Road in Nogales, there is no way to return for quite a while. You have to go over pieces of metal that would shred your tires if you go across them in the wrong direction. Then, you are on a closed toll (cuota) highway for quite a while. The highway opens to four lanes past the Mexican city of Nogales, and continues that way after the KM 21 checkpoint.

Generally speaking, the drive to San Carlos was tedious. The speed varied from 110KPH to 40KPH and there was a lot of construction. The road conditions were decent and it was fun to drive through small towns and see the contrast between grungy local shops and shiny big name chains like OXXO (convenience store) and AutoZone.

The biggest excitement of the day was the drive through the city of Hermosillo, the capital of the state of Sonora. There was a detour, but I just followed the signs for MX 15, as well as a whole parade of cars, and had absolutely no trouble. Really, after you’ve driven in Montreal and found your way out of Flagstaff, you can drive anywhere. 🙂 Part of the detour route would have been a little rough in an RV, but not too bad.

I quickly noticed that Mexican drivers do not believe in using turn signals, so I got into the habit myself of passing and merging without signalling. I’m already living like a Mexicana! 🙂 There really wasn’t much traffic the whole way down to San Carlos, not even in Hermosillo, and this was a good way to ease me into Mexican driving. I’m not a very aggressive driver and I was worried I’d have a tough time down here, but so far, so good!

I was just about ready to pull into a Pemex station and beg for a bathroom when I saw the big ‘El Valiente’ sign that was my clue that the exit to San Carlos was coming up! It was coming on 1:00 and pulled into Totonaka RV Park at about 1:15, almost exactly six hours since leaving Nogales. I made good time! Croft recommended that I stay in one of the rooms the park has to rent. Unfortunately, their rates are quite a bit higher than on the website, 40USD for the least expensive room, rather than 25USD. I’m staying two nights for sure, then will possibly get a tent site for 15USD if I’m stuck here because of the storm.

My room wasn’t ready, so I was invited to park, using the public restrooms, and sit outside for a bit with the WiFi. I was also offered a map of town if I wanted to go exploring. I was hungry and Croft had recommended a restaurant, Charly’s Rock, right across the street, so I headed there.

This is a seafood restaurant open to the beach (the Sea of Cortez!!!!!!) with an amazing view! What a place to unwind with a cold beer! I ordered a Pacifico, which turned out to be delicious, and sipped it while munching on tortilla chips, salsa, and limes while I perused the menu. San Carlos is a gringo community, so I expected the menu to be bilingual. Nope! I read it slowly, occasionally looking up words on an app I downloaded to my iPhone.

The chips and salsa were good and quite filling, so I decided to get something light, with my eyes finally resting on the words ‘ceviche al coco’, thin fish filet with coconut milk and serrano peppers. I had no idea if serrano peppers would burn off my taste buds, but I decided to be brave and try it! For those who aren’t familiar with ceviche, it’s fish or seafood ‘cooked’ in acid, usually lemon or lime juice.

I was almost done with my beer by the time the meal came. It was beautiful! I took a sip of the liquid and my taste buds were flooded by the acidity of the lime juice cut by the sweetness of the coconut milk. The peppers added flavour, but no heat; same thing with the red onions. The fish was soft and melted in my mouth. There was also a little avocado and plenty of crackers to soak up the juice. Yum, yum, yum. 🙂

When I was done, I flagged down the server and asked for the cuenta, which came to 135MXN. I added 20MXN for a tip. I still can’t wrap my brain around the money and keep reminding myself to remove a decimal point to make the sums easier to stomach!

I left the restaurant and walked up towards the centro to check out the supermarket. I found an ice cream place on the way back and got a small cone. There was a dizzying array of flavours, most of which I did not recognized, so I asked for chocolate and was offered Rocky Road and some other kind. I asked for ‘No Rocky Road, el otro.’

When I got back to the RV park, my room was ready. It is small, but adequate, with a clean bathroom and a very hard bed. I am tempted to grab my mattress out of the truck! I have a fridge, but no microwave. I really need to figure out how to get coffee tomorrow morning! 🙂

So I’m really in Mexico, using pesos and speaking Spanish! Wow! I’m so proud of myself. 🙂

Driving here, I couldn’t help but marvel at the brave souls who do so with little to no knowledge of the language. I’ve been cautious about over estimating my Spanish skills, but after the last few days, I know that they are much better than I realised, well beyond the basics of where’s the bathroom and I want a beer! I mean, I have negotiated rent on an apartment, rented motel rooms, bought currency, ordered meals, paid tolls, and done a few things at the border all with what I learned 20 years ago! All those late night Tuesdays and Thursdays of conversation class are finally paying off!

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First Real Mexico Border Crossing Adventure!

I can’t believe that I’m writing this post from San Carlos, Mexico!

I took reader Contessa’s advice and left Nogales quite early this morning. I had a feeling that an early Sunday would mean a quicker crossing. I was smart and went to bed early last night, but when I woke up around 3:00, a switch went off and I had a hard time falling back asleep. So six came earlier than I would have liked. 🙂

Most of the packing was done, so I just did a little online stuff, then brought my bags to the truck. I stopped in at the office for a coffee and went back up to my room to drink it and force myself to eat a banana. I pulled out of the motel around 6:45 and went to top up the gas tank and empty the bladder one last time. It was 7:15 when I approached the point of no return. I took the ‘truck route crossing’ at the end of Mariposa Road, which detours Nogales, MX, rather than the crossing that takes you through the centre of the Mexican city.

I had read reports of some people getting stopped on the US side, but there were no US officials to be seen, so I got through their post without incident.

The next milestone was the toll booth. Surprise, the toll was higher than the website had said. Not by much, but my exchange change wasn’t anymore and I had to fumble with the currency a little. 52MX rather than 40MXN.

Then, I encountered the first checkpoint where you have to play red light, green light. There was no one around, no lights, nothing, so I rolled through the check point slooooowly and then sirens started to blare and a red light flashed! There was another light directing me to go to a certain lane where I could see two sour looking officials waiting for me.

I rolled down the window and handed my passport, which earned me a wince from the female official. I forget what she asked me exactly, but there was talk of where I was ultimately going, where I was landing tonight, and she had me open the back of the truck. She rifled through my things a little and asked if I just had clothes. I said yes, nothing that would be staying in Mexico. She told me to go on. This took less than five minutes and I’m pleased to say that I was perfectly unflustered by the whole thing. I’ve been interrogated, threatened, and detained by Canadian customs so I’m not really afraid of anybody at this point. 🙂

I then had a short drive to get to ‘kilometro 21’, the immigration checkpoint where you get your tourist visa and temporary import documents for your vehicle(s), arriving around 7:40. I had done a lot of research and knew roughly what to expect, but it still wasn’t obvious and the officials didn’t volunteer much info. With no point of comparison, I’d say that KM 21 from the Mariposa crossing is a very convenient and easy place to cross. It’s definitely very doable in an RV.

First stop was inmigración to get my tourist visa. There was no wait. I had to fill out the standard visitor card that I’ve had experience with flying into the US and the UK. I didn’t have the address of my ultimate destination, so I said ‘piso en Isla Piedra’ and gave a contact name and local phone number. The surly official glanced at the form, made me add a few things and sign it, then told me to go pay and come back.

Payment was at the Banjercito, just behind the inmigración office, a separate building, but all under the same covered complex. Again, there was no wait. I had to pay about 26USD for the visa. I went back to the inmigración and the same surly guy called me over. He stamped my paperwork, told me I have to be out of the country by April 30th, and said, ‘Bye bye’, waving me away.

Before going back to Banjercito for the vehicle stuff, I used the bathroom on site, glad that I had napkins and hand sanitizer in my purse! The room was otherwise very clean and perfectly serviceable.

Back at Banjercito, where I still didn’t have to wait, I had to present my vehicle registration card from Saskatchewan, passport, and tourist visa. I was asked for copies of those documents. CRAP! I had the first two but didn’t think of getting a copy of the visa! And there was a photocopy kiosk right across from the bathroom! I put my hand back out to retrieve my documents to go get the copy, but the official ignored me. He went into the back office and made the copy for me! I think he was rewarding me for otherwise having all my ducks in a row…

I had to pay 3,600MXN for the privilege of bringing Moya into Mexico for the winter. That’s roughly 200USD for the bond that I will get back when I bring the truck out on time, plus an administrative fee. This felt like a HUGE amount, but I just did the currency conversion and it’s 301CAD. I had budgeted 300CAD total for fees, so I came in about $30 over budget, which I can live with!

I was given some official looking paperwork, made to sign a legal document in Spanish with no time to read it, and told that I need to have the truck out of MX by April 30th or I’ll forfeit my deposit. Finally, there was a sticker (holograma) that I needed to stick to my windshield. I was told that was it and I was free to go.

I went back to my truck and read the legal document. The gist of it was that MX is allowing me to temporarily import my specific vehicle for X amount of time. If I return on schedule, my deposit will automatically be refunded to my credit card by Banjercito. I am to advise them immediately if my card details change.

I read the holograma instructions and stuck it to the left of my rear view mirror, then pulled out of KM 21.

The final milestone, according to research, was a final game of red light, green light at the exit to KM 21. There was no such thing! I was free to go! I was out of there by 8:20 at the latest. The process took less than 40 minutes.

Crossing the border into Mexico with my vehicle was a bit of hassle, but not nearly as convoluted as research had made it seem. It does seem that the Mariposa crossing is particularly good, however.

Everyone I spoke to ahead of the process advised me to pretend I don’t speak a lick of Spanish beyond gracias and I don’t think that was good advice. There was absolutely nothing about the process that I couldn’t have done in Spanish and I actually did the payment part of the import process in Spanish because the gal’s English was poor. It was very awkward to pretend that I didn’t speak the language and I think next time I will just go ahead and do the whole thing in Spanish.

I’ll elaborate more on the language situation in my next post, which will be about the not so exciting, but still thrilling, drive to San Carlos!

I made it to Mexico! North America just got a whole lot bigger!