Atticus has learnt a new “trick”. In his haste to get out of the house and go cruising the streets of Downey, he helps Sally carry her handbag. What he lacks in talent, he makes up for in charm…

Still no tickets back to Mejico yet, going to give it another try tomorrow as they’re a tad on the pricey side and ideally I’d like an indirect flight that spares me the usual LAX inmigration antics.

We’re 100 km from the border in Santa Anna and today we’re crossing over. The trip’s been fine so far, but very wet, including one section where I reckon we hit the tail end of tropical storm Eliana. Also, every fitozoological/military stop point has pulled us over for a hand search of our car which doesn’t bode well for crossing the frontera in record time. Maybe it’s time for a hair cut…

My dad’s been soaring about the fields of Somerset in a hot air balloon (globo aerostático- Spanish word of the week!) and has posted some lovely pix on Flickr. Click on the picture to find yerself looking at the slideshow.

I think we’re all pressied up thanks to a quick trip to the craft market. I just had a chance to explore the non-markety bits like the cemetary which is a much less grand affair than Guadalajara’s Panteon before Sita called me on the mobile to say she was done shopping. Now we’re back and preparing for a BBQ this avo with a few mates of our before we leave.

Last night we stayed in and had a lovely meal cooked by Sita then watched Good Night and Good Luck, George Clooney’s take on CBS during the McCarthy witch hunt years quickly followed by one of the bleakest documentaries I’ve seen (at that includes the bloody penguins) called Darwin’s Nightmare all about the extreme poverty in Tanzania around Lake Victoria. I’m a bit behind on my reviews right now, but I’ll have a stab if I get the chance on the road. If you find yourself feeling far too positive about life and the world in general, Darwin’s Nightmare will take your serotonin levels down a few pegs…