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El Paso County

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  • Day56

    Day 56 - HELL Paso

    June 16, 2019 in the United States ⋅ 🌙 28 °C

    We had an undisturbed sleep, despite the presence of so many ghosts in Tombstone. Apart from my reading glasses snapping!

    By 9.30am we were ready & back on the road. We continued east on the Arizona 80 to the mining town of Bisbee. It was dead, as if everyone was still sleeping in from the night before. The town was quaint, but we might have felt slightly out of place if we had stayed here. The whole town was decked out in Rainbow 🌈 Flags. Just south of Bisbee was the impressive Copper Mine, where there was a Viewpoint for us to stop at.

    On we went to Douglas, then headed north, still on the Arizona 80 to Road Forks. This road was virtually straight (unlike Bisbee) & virtually traffic free. The road was 81 miles long, through a rocky desert & it felt like you were genuinely in the middle of nowhere. Jackie was convinced that we could get murdered & never be found. We weren’t!

    On this stretch, which crossed into the State of New Mexico, we saw our 3rd Coyote which was on the roadside, but had slunk away before I could train my camera on it; then we saw a Roadrunner, but when I stopped a car appeared forcing me to move on without a photo. Finally a pair of Turkey Vultures munching on dead rabbit even evaded me by flying off every time I raised my camera, then only returning as I drove off.

    The only thing of note was a Monument commemorating the Surrender of Geronimo on 4th September 1886 in nearby Skeleton Canyon. Geronimo had surrendered several times previously, always escaping shortly after, but on this occasion he agreed to the surrender terms. He was in fact the last American Indian Warrior to surrender to the United States & this finally ended the Apache - US conflict.

    At Road Forks, we picked up Interstate 10 again, but came off at Lordsburg for water at the petrol station, then McDonalds for an iced coffee. It felt decidedly rough, mainly Mexicans & long distance lorry drivers. We didn’t hang about, but continued east.

    There was nothing to see on this road, but sign after sign warning us of the risk of dust storms & advice on what to do. They warned that in the event of a dust storm we could encounter zero visibility & we should pull over on to the hard shoulder & wait until it passed. We didn’t encounter a dust storm, just the odd dust devil, which was just as well as we had the top down.

    We passed by Deming to Las Cruces, where sadly I’d forgotten that we needed to seek out the jail where Billy the Kid was housed. The Interstate than headed south towards El Paso, but for no apparent reason the SatNav took us off on the 404 to Chaparral, not sure if it was ‘High’. It was actually a pleasant route, then we headed south on the 213 & over the State Border into Texas.

    We stopped at a Walmart for bottles of water & new ‘peepers’, then continued into El Paso for a look round. We headed for the city centre & drove past the Holocaust Museum, History Museum & the baseball ground called Southwest University Park. It was busy because fans were arriving for a game & resulted in us having a row about whether I should take photos or concentrate on my driving.

    By now it was 6.00pm, we had skipped forward an hour, so we decided to sort out our accommodation for the night. I found an absolute bargain on Booking.com, which was just a couple of miles away, but the SatNav was saying it would take 75 minutes to get there. It was in Mexico!

    Our next selection looked rough, so we tried again & chose Extended Stay America near El Paso Airport. It looked ok from the outside & was cheap, so we booked it on-line. The receptionist who had been smoking outside the back door had a series of forms for us to fill in, mainly deeming us liable to a $250 charge if we smoked within 100 feet of the motel!!

    Instead of dropping off our rucksacks, we went straight out to see what food was available nearby. We ended up at the Corner Bakery Cafe, where we both had very acceptable bowls of pasta & lemonade. After, we returned to our motel & parked our ‘inconspicuous’ car close to the stairwell. The stairwell was a disgrace, with dustbins, not just overflowing, but hidden by stinking bags of rubbish & there were fag butts everywhere.

    Our room is large, but the beds were hardly made, the sheets definitely hadn’t been ironed & there were bits on the floor. Luckily we have an end room, so there is no walkway outside our window, but the windows must be single glazed, because we can hear every noise outside. The other residents seem to all have vans & lorries, which they seem to feel the need to have to rearrange the contents of during the entire evening.

    As I write, we are in bed praying that our ‘Doodle’ remains unscathed over night. El Paso has a nasty feel about it. Every road junction has people accosting you, trying to sell you something. Jackie doesn’t feel comfortable here, but it is too late to go anywhere else. I daren’t tell Jackie that just 3 days ago, it was discovered that 100s of ISIS Fighters had entered the US from Mexico via the El Paso Border.

    Hopefully we will be out of here 1st thing in the morning & will never need to come back.

    Song of the Day - El Paso by Marty Robbins.
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    Angela Bambridge

    I know somebody you could have stayed with in El Paso!!!! What happened to Day 55?? X

    Simon and Jackie Annals

    Don’t tell us that now. This place is awful. Day 55 was the Doodle bug to Tombstone.

    David Byng

    Maybe you should set your sights slightly over ‘bargain’ !!! 🤔

  • Day102

    101 days away from TEXAS

    October 6, 2020 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 90 °F

    It’s been 101 days since we crossed over into Texarkana Arkansas on June 29. We’ve traveled over 7,000 miles in the RV and we still have 1,000+ more miles to go.

    And we’re not finished yet!

    It felt good to be back in Texas. I’m amazed how it cools down so quickly after the sun goes down.

    On to Alpine...
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  • Day13

    East to El Paso

    October 31, 2018 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 16 °C

    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!
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    Trish Forrester

    Do you know whether there's any future intention for those aircraft. Seems weird to just have them stored there

    Joel Baldwin

    I believe they're "mothballed" .. essentially just stored there in case a conflict heats up again. Cheaper to store them than to rebuild them!

  • Day101

    White Sands vers El Passo

    November 26, 2018 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 12 °C

    On commence notre journée par une petite marche à notre camping qui nous permet de voir des champs de lave! La lave a été expulsée il y a environ 5000 ans, rien de moins! D'autres coulées dans les environs sont plus récentes et datent de 3000 ans seulement (hehe). On apprend que la lave n'a pas été expulsée d'un volcan mais de la terre même durant environ 30 ans. On part ensuite vers notre objectif de la journée : White Sands.

    Le parc est un petit désert de sable blanc, de gypse en fait. On dirait presque qu'on est dans la neige, si ce n'est qu'il ne fait pas si froid! Nous faisons quelques petites marches dont une boucle avec des panneaux nous parlant des animaux qui vivent dans ce désert. On y trouve des oiseaux mais aussi des rongeurs et des renards. On dit que le désert est petit mais en fait, il couvre environ 275 miles carrés dans le désert de Chihuahua. C'est le champ de dunes de gypse le plus grand au monde, quand même! Ce gypse a été déposé ici par une ancienne mer qui recouvrait la région. Les montagnes se sont ensuite élevées et on fait remonter le minéral. L'eau des glaciers l'a ensuite dissous, et voilà le résultat!

    Nous avions prévu de passer plus d'une journée ici, mais le parc n'est pas très grand et après quelques heures à prendre des photos, nous avons fait le tour et sommes prêts à partir découvrir autre chose! Donc, direction El Paso, au Texas et à la frontière du Mexique! Nous avons pas mal de route à faire encore une fois et nous arrivons à destination en fin de journée, après que le soleil se soit couché.

    Le lendemain, nous faisons quelques recherches pour voir ce qu'il y a à voir et faire ici. Il faut dire que la ville n'était pas sur notre itinéraire. Nous avons décidé d'y aller pour descendre plus au sud et aussi: ben pourquoi pas! C'était ça ou Roswell mais cette petite ville ne semblait pas avoir grand chose à offrir à part des trucs d'extra-terrestres! Anyway, il semble que le plus intéressant soit d'aller faire une petite route panoramique et d'aller se balader dans les rues avec les boutiques près de la frontière. Alors c'est ce qu'on fait! La petite route panoramique nous amène à un point de vue où on peut constater l'étendue de la ville. On peut aussi voir la ville de Ciuadad Juarez au Mexique, qui est la ville voisine d'El Paso. Une simple rivière et plusieurs pont frontaliers séparent les deux villes. Nous descendons ensuite en ville pour aller magasiner et trotter dans les rues historiques. L'ambiance est clairement latino: la musique, les couleurs et vêtements ainsi que les gens, bien entendu! On parle ici plus espagnol qu'anglais. Avec un brin plus de planification, nous aurions apporté nos passeports et aurions pu passer la frontière pour aller dîner au Mexique! Mais bon, on trouve quand même un resto assez typique, ça nous console un peu.

    C'est ce qui complète notre courte expérience de la ville, ma foi plutôt relaxe mais pas extrêmement intéressante!! On passe le reste de l'après-midi à rouler vers le parc de Big Bend, toujours au Texas. Nous nous arrêtons dans une halte routière pour la nuit. À cet endroit, on est censé pouvoir voir d'étranges lumières dans le ciel (insérer le thème de X-Files ici). Le phénomène n'est toujours pas expliqué mais c'est sûrement quelque chose en rapport avec la pression atmosphérique ou les changements de température soudains. On ne sait pas! Toujours est-il que c'est un bel endroit même si nous n'avons pas vu les fameuses lumières. Nous avons entendu des coyotes et admiré les étoiles par contre!
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    Tres cool! y manque juste l'ocean pour en faire une superbe plague!! Val


    wow!!! super photo ca!! Val

    Benoit Bouchard

    Bumble Bee on white sands 😊

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  • Day195


    May 10, 2017 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    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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    Paola Illari

    un bacio

    Julia Heber

    Deine Beschreibung mexikanischer Fahrkünste ist vortrefflich. 😂

  • Day26

    El Paso, TX

    November 24, 2018 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

    Une petite journée en terme de distance nous attendait aujourd'hui encore empreinte de souvenirs de notre voyage a vélo.
    On s'est arrêté dans la même aire de picnic où on avait dormi en tente il y a 7 ans. J'avais chaud au cœur en me rappelant les hurlements de coyotes qu'on entendait alors qu'on s'endormait dans nos sacs de couchage. Et de notre unique voisin qui nous avait donné de l'eau parce qu'on en avait manqué après une journée de vélo particulièrement intense.
    Après un petit 5 min de pause a ressasser nos souvenirs, on s'est remis en route. Le Hill Country est vraiment spectaculaire et les vues étaient encore à couper le souffle aujourd'hui. Après un dernier détour dans les montagnes, on a débuté la traversée d'un désert... 140km de route pratiquement droite. Le seul événement a noter c'est un coyote qu'on a vu de très loin en plein milieu de la route et qui ne bougeait pas du tout... On a finalement du ralentir avant qu'il ne se décide à bouger... Spécial :)
    En arrivant à Van Horne, on a décidé d'embarquer sur l'autoroute 10 et de la suivre jusqu'à El Paso.
    Belle journée pas trop chaude et ensoleillée!
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    amelio donofrio

    de belle route !! pas trafic cest bon pour moi xx

  • Day26

    El Paso

    May 12, 2017 in the United States ⋅ 🌙 19 °C

    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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  • Day11

    Lodny dennik spojenych karavanistov 11

    June 23, 2016 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 34 °C

    Doobeda sme sa presunuli do El Pasa pred Walmart, nakupit zasoby na dalsie cestovanie a na pripravu obedu. po obede sme navstivili archeologicke muzeum a muzeum hranicnej straze. Nacerpali sme kopec nametov, ako sa co mozno najsofistikovanejsie dostat do Mexika a hlavne ako sa opat dostat spat do Usa, co sme hned mali moznost vyskusat :)Read more

  • Day40

    El Paso

    December 18, 2017 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 8 °C

    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.Read more

    Simone H

    😍😍😍 Du bisch fies, so öppis go posten... 😋

  • Day7

    Day Six : Wombling libre!

    June 2, 2016 in the United States ⋅ 🌙 24 °C

    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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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