Well that was another eventfull week. From dallas to austin there was nothimg much to say about the road but a very big gas station (More than hunderd pumps)and a little detour at a tire shop for a rear tire of mine. As i was trying to fix my blinkers, mitch went in the shop and came back outside telling me that i need to hurry up because there was a probably mispriced tire that would fit my rim and i could get for a good deal (40 bucks). Back on our way with the tire we arrived in austin where we were received with a couple of s by caleb and jackie. As we had cooled down from our day ride in the texan sun we decided to go to a creek. In the dark we decided to walk in what we perceived as something that had more the appearance of a sewer system. So there you find yourself in the middle of the night crawling to a water stream that felt more like going thru other peoples backyard. How did i and up here? How can you imagine that visting austin will be something like that.

After a good shower the next morning we departed for the last day in the US to cross the border in aville. Again there is not much to say about texas roads but straight lines without anything for 60 miles as you cross the kings ranch. After a quick belt replacement on mitch bike on a parking lot Jules and his wife gave us a warm welcome and a last taste of being in the US.

It had finally arrived:
The first border crossing with the bike. I heard so many storries and was quite worried. Once on the other side i did not want to stop for a least 100 miles. The paperwork was a piece of cake although i did tell the officer that i was planning to stay in mexico for a month probably and after some pressure from mitch he agreed to give me a longer 180 day visa.
I got a nice shiny sticker to put on the bike and within two hours we where back on the road. After riding for a while we figured we needed gas and before that we needed money. Close to the border there are not many gas stations and even less atms. Next city over was san fernando that seemed to be big enough to have an atm. After riding thru having crossed a few armored trucks and finding a place to exchange money we decided to quickly get out.
Getting out of the city as fast as we could we did not stop for gas or food and figured that a the next town would be nicer. Only to figure out that going north west from San farnando is a very isolated area. Mitch had to get some gas in somebodies backyard otherwise we would not have made to china were we found a gas station. As the gps mitch had was not giving much information i though it would be usefull to buy paper maps at the first opportunity as getting lost here was not an experience i was looking forward to. Trying to get to Lineras that day we ended up in Montemorelos. At that point mitch discovered his suspension had a funny noise. Luckily we came across a member of a motorcycle club that brought us to his shop and helped mitch welding the parts togehter. It was funny to see how fast one can change his opinion about a region within a day.
We ended up drinking some s with local bikers and mitch went to a drag race later that night. The next day i was eager to leave again as i was surprised from the prices and was looking forward to stay in a hostel were i could meet fellow travellers that i can understand.

As we passed Linares the temperature finally dropped a bit and we rode along a nice road in the mountains.
We found the road between monterrey and san luis de potosi were we ended up staying that night. Thinking we were doing a fair amount of distance we met some bikers on the road that were travelling to Leon which was another good five hours extra riding in the rain/dark.
Feeling relieved that i made it to the hostel as my bike was starting to making funny noises. Iuliana opened the door for us and i, still afraid of my bike getting stolen, was happy to find my bike parked in the court.

The next day i figured that fixing the valves would solve the noise problem and i needed to buy a feeler gauge to measure the spacing at the valves. . Adjusting the valves was another lesson in mechanics and as the engine seemed to be working smoothly we figured to make the rear wheel turn to see if rattling noise at high rpm could be reproduced. By engaging the first gear i realized that i did not need to turn the rpms Further up and that the u-joints of the drive shaft were broke which meant i had to stay some time getting parts.
After taking apart the bike to isolate the drive shaft i figured to let it rest for a day and go see the waterfalls in Tamul.