We spent the first night in Ojos Negros, a small town just big enough to have a hotel which we gladly took advantage of ($20/ night – I love Mexico). The second night put us somewhere in the middle of nowhere, so we camped in the bush. We took a side road for a couple kilometers off the main highway before finding a flat patch of sand that was somewhat hidden to set up camp. There was very little traffic on this small road and we didn’t think anyone was going to bother us.
She took the news as well as anyone could have, slowly pulling her bear spray from her bag and asking questions such as “Do we have phone reception?” and “Did they see you?” the answer was a quiet “NO” to both but I didn’t actually know if they had seen me. We sat there, huddled in our tent, bear spray in hand, trying to breath so lightly to allow us to hear the faintest sounds outside. Off in the distance we heard a truck, but it’s not on the highway and it’s not on the small road we’re on, it’s off road… It’s getting closer and it sounds like there’s someone in the back with a baseball bat, or some wooden club. Perfect, so these two people that I saw are hiding from the guys in the truck. Justice out here is not always served in a court room. The truck eventually sped off into the distance, or got stuck, or something else, I was clearly not going to see what was going on out there. The truck didn’t find our neighbours.