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El Paso County

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  • Day195

    USA

    May 10, 2017 in the United States

    Sie haben uns tatsächlich reingelassen! Wir hatten ja ein wenig Sorge, dass uns der orange Mann an der Grenze abweist und wir deswegen die nächsten sechs Wochen in Venezuela verbringen müssen. Einige meiner Facebook-Posts der jüngsten Vergangenheit haben nicht gerade viel Sympathie für die Trump-Regierung durchscheinen lassen, und man weiß ja nie genau, was sie von einem so alles wissen...

    Wir haben trotzdem nur mit Mühe und Not unseren Anschlussflug von Dallas nach El Paso bekommen, da uns die Dame der Homeland Security noch unbedingt erklären wollte, wo es in El Paso die allerbesten Chicken Tacos gibt. Dabei haben wir nach knapp drei Wochen Kuba/Mexiko die Schnauze gestrichen voll von Tacos mit Reisbohnen, Tacos mit Bohnenreis, Tacos mit Bohnenmuß (und Reis) und sonstige Bohnen/Reis-Taco-Kombos...wir wollten endlich mal wieder ein anständiges Stück FLEISCH. Wir blieben natürlich trotzdem höflich, lächelten und ließen den Schwall über uns ergehen. Daran sollte es nicht scheitern.

    In El Paso gelandet holten wir erst einmal unser Auto, wo uns der freundliche Alamo-Mann ein Upgrade auf die eigentlich gebuchte Mittelklasse-Karre gab, so das wir jetzt die nächsten 34 Tage ein Jeep Trailhawk 4x4 unser eigen nennen dürfen. Klingt ja erst einmal ganz toll, ein wenig Sorgen machten wir uns deswegen trotzdem, das Ding ist recht groß, und ich bin ja berüchtigt für meine zweifelhaften Fahrkünste. Aber ganz umsonst, wie es sich herausstellte: man mag ja über US-Amerikaner denken, was man will, aber das Fahren hier ist extrem relaxed. Im Gegensatz zu Mexiko, wo sich alle auf der Straße so verhalten, als hätten sie eine Chilischote im Arsch, sind amerikanische Fahrer sehr rücksichtsvoll, höflich und sogar richtig zuvorkommend. Das mag vielleicht auch daran liegen, weil sportliches Fahren mittels Automatik gar nicht wirklich möglich ist, und du auf der Straße mit Schildern und Anweisungen zugebombt wirst: "Use this lane!" "Wrong direction!" "Yield!" "Use only crossover!" Innerhalb geschlossener Ortschaften bist du anfänglich mehr mit Lesen als mit Fahren beschäftigt, man gewöhnt sich aber recht schnell daran, und ab da macht das Rumkurven auch wirklich Spaß: Cruise Control rein und laufen lassen.

    Wir blieben eine Nacht in El Paso, um erst einmal wieder richtig abzufressen und auch mal die Grenze zu besuchen. Denn es gibt ja jetzt auch schon eine "Wall", wenngleich sicherlich nicht mit den Maßen, die sich Donnie vorstellt (siehe Foto). Die Meinung der weißen Bevölkerung über Mexikaner ist hier nicht die allerbeste, viele glauben ebenfalls, dass zahlreiche "bad hombres" auf der anderen Seite des Zauns wohnen. Und leider haben sie teilweise nicht ganz Unrecht. In diesen Twin Towns, die sich entlang der US-mexikanischen Grenze gebildet haben (neben El Paso/Juárez gibt es zum Beispiel noch San Diego/Tijuana) hat sich Niedriglohnindustrie breit gemacht, die massenhaft Landbevölkerung aus Mexiko angezogen hat. Juárez, einst ein kleines Grenzstädtchen, ist deshalb innerhalb kürzester Zeit zur fünftgrößten Stadt Mexikos angewachsen; ein Moloch mit knapp 2 Millionen Einwohnern, die meisten davon verarmt. Manche grenznahe Slums auf der mexikanischen Seite wie Anapra haben weder Strom noch fließend Wasser (die Kriminalitätsrate dort ist extrem hoch). Das lässt sich besonders gut nachts vom Scenic Drive aus hoch über El Paso beobachten: während die US-Hälfte der Stadt hell erleuchtet ist, bleibt es vielerorts in Juárez stockfinster.
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  • Day13

    East to El Paso

    October 31 in the United States

    Lots more driving today. Headed south-east out of Phoenix and across more desert. Stopped briefly in Tucson to check out the Boneyard - an air force base where all the decommissioned aircraft are stored. Miles and miles of huge aircraft just wrapped up in plastic - a very strange sight!

    Arrived in El Paso in the late afternoon, checked in, and then headed into town for dinner. It was strangely dead, though since it's literally on the border I think there's curfews in place of some sort. Couldn't find anywhere promising to eat, so we eventually drove back basically to where we were staying and ate at a Mexican restaurant across the road. It was nice, though my burrito was literally just meat filling - tasty but a bit overwhelming. Oh well!Read more

  • Day40

    El Paso

    December 18, 2017 in the United States

    Die Autofahrt ging zügig und gut voran. Auch nur kurz in die Dunkelheit gekommen, was mich beim Fahren immer mehr ermüdet... Das Bett ist mal wieder nur wenig unterfahrbar, mal schauen. Am Dienstag, 19.12 gibts einen faulen Tag. Und am Mittwoch fahren wir zum White Sands National Monument.

  • Day7

    Day Six : Wombling libre!

    June 2, 2016 in the United States

    In the hushed yet excitable tones of Sir David Attenborough, I remark that on Day Six I awoke to an extraordinary sight; a beast whose majesty is eclipsed only by its scarcity in the wild and in the presence of which so very few can claim to have been.

    Luke was awake first ('Lukus Awakii-Firstus')

    But the most fascinating feature of the untamed Lukus Awakii-Firstus is that despite stirring from slumber several hours in advance of the rest of the pack, it is somehow able to be the last one prepared to depart from its night-time lodgings. Such a radical trait would indeed be worthy of further academic study, were there any applicable value in it whatsoever.

    When Luke was ready we got in the car and headed off for food. They say you can tell the measure of a man by the breakfast he chooses. I can't remember who said it; I might have read it on a Kellogs box, but there can be no questioning of our collective masculinity when we commence our day with four Denny's Grand-Slams. Our second such brekkie of the trip to date, the only measure that concerns me is that of an expanding waist-line; ballooning wider daily and transforming texturally from tight, sinewy firmness to a flappy, fatty, cookie-dough-like bulge.

    Next we stopped at a gas station, where Mark once again showed himself to be the hero we all know and agree he is. Whilst inside the station kiosk buying gas (heroic in itself, but it gets better) he was able to find something I've looked for literally everywhere I've been since I got here (aside from that one place we don't mention we went). But Mark achieved what I failed at and found and purchased for me a whole bag of Coffee-flavoured M&Ms! They're yet to be eaten as I'm afraid they might be the 'Best-Thing-Ever' and doubling back round to that particular gas station to buy more would be costly from a scheduling perspective and likely unpopular in every other perspective.

    From there we headed to Carlsbad Caverns via a picturesque drive through the appropriately-named Carlsbad Caverns National Park. This was very much the third instalment in the geological formations trifecta after the Grand Canyon and Monument Valley and Mark was in his absolute element as we undertook the 2.5 mile walk down, down, down, slightly up then further down, down, down and around the humongous underground caverns network. We actually nearly didn't get in at all as Woody threw his entrance ticket in the bin, like, seconds after he bought it. But the ranger gave him an ocular pat-down, deemed him not to be a security risk and allowed him through.

    Whilst wandering through the caverns, Luke postulated that the location might lend itself well to an action sequence in a James Bond film; for instance Bond might have to rapidly descend through the cavern in order to disarm a terrorists' bomb. Though I questioned the overarching strategy of a plot to bomb an empty, underground cave-network, this nonetheless sparked a back-and-forth that became increasingly ludicrous until Luke had to take a break on a bench, hunched over and giggling uncontrollably like a schoolgirl. Either due to 'science' the differently-composed air in the deep caverns somehow precipitated this giggle-fit, or alternatively Luke actually IS a schoolgirl and his portrayal of being an adult male with a job has been but a ruse. I also laughed a bit, mainly laughing at Luke laughing; a little like a schoolgirl laughing at another schoolgirl, but way more manly.

    Woody, Luke and I completed the cavern-walk, then approximately two days later so did Mark. We joked that he must have stopped to take a picture of every rock in there, but he corrected us by telling us he'd actually taken two pictures of every rock in case one didn't come out properly.

    We took the elevator out of the caverns and began the journey South-West to El Paso. We stopped briefly at a roadside historical marker detailing the events of the 'Salt War', an escalation of the 'Pepper Skirmish' that resulted from the 'Ketchup Conflict' during the 'Condiment Campaign'. But seriously, people died.

    We arrived in El Paso late afternoon and headed straight to the border that our visas, car rental agreement and gut-reaction upon seeing it prevented us from crossing. Mexico doesn't look great, but we waved to it as we drove past the border-fence. I like to think that if any Mexicans had spotted the mildly condescending wave of comparatively-rich, white-privileged tourists actively avoiding setting foot in their country, they would have appreciated it.

    We checked into the 'Budget Inn Motel', where the only thing 'budget' was the price, the rooms, the a/c units, the remoteless, CRT televisions and the general feeling of security whilst on the premises. We headed out to a nearby Mexican food place recommended by Mark's guidebook called 'Chicos Tacos' (the restaurant, not the guidebook). The signage proclaimed the chain to be an 'El Paso Institution', meaning it isn't good or successful enough to have expanded into other cities.

    The food was as interesting as it was decent; that is to say, 'quite'. The 'Tacos' were narrow, crispy things served in a sort-of tomato-based 'soup'. The burritos were closer to expectations, though only loosely rolled and containing potato instead of rice. Maybe this is actual, proper Mexican food and what we've been eating from Old El Paso and BarBurrito are mutated renditions of the original traditional versions. Or maybe they're just fucking with the tourists.

    Having earlier been the fabled 'Lukus Awakii-Firstus', Luke was tired so went back the motel after dinner whilst Mark, Woody and I headed down the street to a bar I'd found on Google Maps called 'Howie's Good Times'. En route we passed a place called 'Cabaret' advertising 'Girls, Girls, Girls ; topless and fully nude!'. This not being the 'good time' we were looking for (well, not for a moonlight-robbery $15 cover charge...) we continued on to Howies.

    If you were to imagine a typical American bar, this would be it; neon lights, pool table, friendly/busty barmaid and a casually discriminatory attitude. We were made welcome on the express condition we weren't gay and we ordered a round of tequilas; not because any of us liked them but because we were near Mexico and it felt obligatory - or else I considered it obligatory and thrust this obligation unto the others.

    Can honestly say I've never before enjoyed a tequila, but doing it 'properly' (lick of salt, shot, lime) as I've somehow never done before I found it surprisingly palatable. I had the idea that they should pre-mix these elements into one whole, long drink. Woody then told me what a Margarita was.

    We staked out a spot at the end of the bar and our novelty value as 'travelling Brits' had soon drawn in a cluster of folk (Mike, Louie, Marc and Jennifer) with whom we chewed the fat regarding our trip, the differences between the US and UK, the dodgy reputation of the restaurant we'd just eaten at and the potential gastronomic distress we might subsequently and resultantly experience.

    The owner was very proud of his beer selection, though with the majority imported from Europe they were slightly less-special to us. I had a California-brewed milk stout, Woody had a disgustingly fruity pale ale that he seemed to enjoy and Mark had something else. Though one of the key features of where we'd been seated had been duly noted by all of us, it was noticed as we left that we'd been sat in something a sign referred to as 'Horny Corner' with the 'breast view in the house'. Even considering the multitude of sights and viewpoints we've experienced this week, I know what I'd rather have on a postcard.
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  • Day26

    El Paso

    May 12, 2017 in the United States

    Eine wirklich reine Industriestadt, das einzig Intressant ist die Grenze die wirklich einfach durch die Stadt geht. Mit Brücken sind alle Grenzübergänge versehen und mit so vielen Zäunen🤔 War Intressant zu sehen vor allem weil man von einem Berg aus den Zaun mitten durch die Stadt gut sehen konnte und direkt nach Mexico schauen konnte.
    Alleridings hat mich das alles etwas an die DDR erinnert.

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  • Day28

    Chamizal National Memorial - El Paso, TX

    July 14, 2017 in the United States

    The Chamizal National Memorial is right in the boarder between the US and Mexico. Sitting within sight of the Bridge of the Americas connecting El Paso with Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua. We decided against going over the boarder to add another country to our list. The traffic coming back in was terrible. There is another bridge named Bridge of the Americas in Panama.

    The Chamizal National Memorial was really nice, but absolutely empty. There was a little island of Mexico surrounded by the US. There had been markers all over letting you know when you crossed into a different country. There were boarder disputes between the US and Mexico for years. Part of the problem was using the Rio Grande river as the boarder. Rivers change over time between erosion and flooding. The boarder was agreed on paper, but it is a whole other thing to then survey and actually mark it.

    President Kennedy started the process of fixing the disputes. After his assassination, President Johnson finished it. The little island of Chamizal was now in America.

    Inside, we met Saul the ranger. He was dying to talk to somebody. He told us a lot of the history. Every time we tried to leave, he popped up to tell us more information. It was really nice inside. It may be the nicest national memorial that no one goes to. They do have an outdoor stage and have free concerts during the summer. Sadly, the gift shop was closed because of mice.

    The mural outside has three presidents: Kennedy, Johnson and Obama. They are the only three presidents to visit Chamizal.
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  • Day73

    Franklin mountains state park

    May 2, 2017 in the United States

    Trying totally dry camping, no water A real test for my preparations. Tho site is just outside El Paso and I can see the new Mexico border about 8 miles away. hot but very windy. A good test of my desire to rough it, sort of. No one else here but ranger led me to the site and lives in the park.

You might also know this place by the following names:

El Paso County, مقاطعة إل باسو, Ел Пасо, এল পাসো কাউন্টি, Kantono El Paso, Condado de El Paso, El Paso maakond, El Paso konderria, شهرستان ال پاسو، تگزاس, Comté d'El Paso, El Paso megye, Էլ Պասո շրջան, County El Paso, Contea di El Paso, エルパソ郡, El Paso Comitatus, El Paso apygarda, El Paso Kūn, Hrabstwo El Paso, ال پاسو کاؤنٹی, Comitatul El Paso, Эль-Пасо, Округ Ел Пасо, Ель-Пасо, ایل پاسو کاؤنٹی، ٹیکساس, Quận El Paso, Condado han El Paso, 厄爾巴索縣

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