18/01/08

Del Rio. Quite a large town and eight miles from the Mexican border, and although we are now hoping to go into Mexico, it is not from here.Only stayed one night, but what a night. Went to check out the ablutions after setting up camp, at the same time went to see what the Buzzard Roost drinking establishment was like. It checked out as real Honky Tonk shack, with an amazing atmosphere. Electronic darts, pool tables and facilities labeled “Pointers and Setters”. We had a couple of beers then left to have a meal, but we had to go back it was too good to miss. After a crap game of electronics darts, we sat at the bar listening to the sh..t kicking music. I chatted mostly to a couple of budding airforce pilots whilst Jane was in deep conversation with a Kenny Rogers look alike, who turned out to be the bar owner. These conversations resulted in many G & T’s which made walking difficult at 01.00 when the damn thing closed.