"We were enjoying the leisurely journey until just before darkness, when the speedy rate of travel was replaced by an even speedier stop. Our carriage had lurched violently to the left and I was now looking at the ground, without the need to put my head out of the window. The suspension had gone!" Bob Fretwell endures three days and nights on Mexican rail - and more...
"The bus was the typical Mexican bus, with an interesting notice above each window seat requesting you didn't store pigs in the webbing that formed the overhead luggage rack. It was OK, apparently, to stick them on the roof rack and there were several goats tied down on top." Bob Fretwell follows in the footsteps of the "wetbacks"...