Madre Chronicles

Eli and I got an early start with plans to make it to Mexico's southern border. We left Amanda behind because she chose to take a bus the rest of the way to Managua. 

Our original goal was to make it to Oaxaca City, and our route led us straight through Mexico City. The traffic in Mexico City was oppressive, the air pollution rivaling that of Monterrey. We pas...

Pleasantly cruising at 70mph, as the sun dropped below the horizon and the landscape changed to a cooler, higher elevation, Shakira stuck a shaft into the balloons of our high spirits as her engi...

We were drearily waiting for a FedEx delivery from the Mississippi State Title Office. They promised an accurate title for Shakira which would enable us to get the car in and out of Mexico. Howev...

We awoke at the crack of dawn and fed Shakira her morning coffee. Amanda and I had dealt with our fears from the night before, Eli never having doubted or faltered. There are three bridges going ...

"Hmmm.. What clothes do I want to get diesel all over today?"That pretty much sums up the mood of our trip from Mississippi to Managua, in a 1982 VW named Shaky Shakira thus far.  I originally sa...

Three strangers, one 1982 Diesel Powered Jetta, a trailer full of supplies, and a Kawasaki motorcycle. Destination: Managua, Nicaragua. Today travel is common, we all do it, so what makes this tr...