The dirt track got narrower, dirtier, and bumpier by the minute. We decided they probably would, and started towards the place. Do you think they'll have a petrol station? wondered Steve. Then we spotted a side road (more of a dirt track, actually), and there was a sign next to it which read Peligro. Anyway, hours passed, and the needle on the petrol gauge was beginning to alarm me: I wasn't sure we'd make it to Nogales, the town we were heading for. We filled up with Cgas' at the border and headed south on a road - useful for linking purposes, this -which looked not unlike the Egyptian stage on Screamer 2. Okay then, true story: I was on a driving holiday with a chum in the States and we decided to head into Mexico for a couple of days.
I suppose I'd better start with a driving anecdote.
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