I was, once again, anxious. And this fear is intensified, childish as this may sound, when we are alone and it is dark. The next morning I awoke to find myself in a quiet, slow moving, thoroughly unintimidating beach town. It is not entirely correct to say that I had conquered. In fact, this time I felt a bit foolish.
Travelers have to be cautious.
I keep my wallet in my front pocket. I'll stay away from Algeria for the moment, thank you very much. The guide I hired on the El Salvador border spoke English because he had lived for nine months in the States. Then he ran out in the desert towards Texas, trying to hide from the helicopters. On the US side of the border he spotted the freight train someone in Mexico had told him would be there, threw his bag on it and climbed on board.