January 2006
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USA MEXICO

Hip hip hurray - the 2006 is here !

What's so special on it - I don’t know yet, but one is for sure - I..D.O..I.T..M.Y..W.A.Y..!

In the fist January days we pack our gear and are off from this eco hotel place.

After some great days in Merida we are driving north.

Vera Cruz is our last port city before we wind up to the mountains.

Snow covered Volcanoes I can see from far, soon the air get thinner and better. As soon as we reach Mexico city once more the good air is gone.

With emission & dirt, the crowd we know, we stay only one night.

A visit at the famous basilica of the Virgin of Guadalupe we dot miss this time.

Over the rocky road we drive one more up to our fiends in the cactus forest to say hello.

With Theresa the Austrian (we met her here 2 month ago) we were in e-mail contact the last days and are going to meet.

In the same hostel were we stay, we meet Alex from San Francisco. He is very spontaneous and decide to join us.

From San Miguel de Allende on we are traveling in a group of 4.

I love to travel with them, but still - I am a solo traveler and set a limit to get to Las Vegas. I

In this 2 weeks we see a lot.

Fantastic days in this so different beautiful Real de Catorce.

This old mining town has his own flair. To get there we drive 24 km on cobble stone and reach a tunnel. For 2 dollars we get a ticket which allows us to drive in a convoy thru.

It is a one way regulation, except for donkeys, mules, horses and all 2-leged's As soon as we leave this tunnel we are right in the town.

Awesome. It is inviting for hiking and exploring.

The tracks around are good and ghost towns are great to visit.

On our way north we visit other traveler highlights.

Creel which we knew already and Nuevo Casas Grandes.

The impressive dirt wall labyrinth let us stun over this prehistoric 'houses'.

In Mata Ortiz we discover a new world of pottery. In this tiny isolated town get the fines pottery art produced I have ever seen. The mixture to produce this high quality art, there should be 6 different 'ingredients' needed.

With Maria (our guide) we are walking thru town, have a look at the expeditions and by a little souvenir!

Time to move on guys - plains and nice scenery before we get once more to the border.

All 4 of us get the 'green light' to enter the states.

Back to the USA!

I never thought that I am coming back that quick!

The castle of Montezuma and the western town Tombstone where the Cowboys get berried with their boots on, is worth a stop.

Flagstaff says ' good by' to us with a snow storm when we turn off to the legendary route 66.

Crazy little towns brighten the drive before we reach late afternoon Laughlin.

A few month ago I read the story of an Argentinean who traveled from 1985 - 95 on his Honda Goldwing around the world.

His motorcycle & story is in one of the casinos exhibition halls.

After a bit of asking around we see her - the black princess - is like the bit sister of my motorcycle Fusae, or is it a vehicle of a crazy one?

The same evening we reach Las Vegas.

Theresa & Alex find a accommodation at the Strip (main road of Las Vegas). The pink Motel behind a wedding chapel is not one of the fancy one, but it is cheap and close to everything.

Shelley & Bob welcome us 2 and are great as ever. The next evening we go and lose some Dollars with Theresa & Alex in the Casino while playing different games. We wonder around - from 'Venice' to 'Margarethaville'.

Thanks to you guys - it was nice to have you with us, but it is time to say good by.

Saturday is the last (and only one) prof. car wash for Jimmy and I drive to the first dealer to see how much they will offer. The best one will get it.

At Monday the 30th of January I pick up Fusae!

Many times I have to listen how happy I would make some people if I travel with a real bike, but paying wants no one for it. I catch myself with this idea of changing and even have a look at the internet and magazines, but Fusae is Fusae. I start to redo her and draw the map on the luggage box again.

Henriette alias LUNA on tour I can cal myself from February 2006 on !

This bad feeling in my tummy is almost gone and I could yell it to the world; I..D.O..I.T..M.Y..W.A.Y..!

To travel on a motorcycle is like flying!
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