While not exactly an exciting ride, we did spy loads of "natives" enjoying the filthy waters edge of the San Antonio river, also at least 3-4 packs of ferrel dogs running wild in the streets. Next time I'll bring the camera!

My biking life as captured in kilobytes and text of my own and of friends I've met in the cycling community.
4 comments:
ah. i see why a trip to mexico may not appeal to you!
Erin,
No need to visit, just drive down the street and viola...
you're lucky. i'm three-quarters mexican, you know!
E,
Enserio? If so I had no idea. You know I grew up (at least my first 8 years) in South America.... it was nothing like this.
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