Williz slipped off in the early hours like the Lone Ranger. Mucho's Gracias pal...our paths will cross again I'm sure.
Morning and early afternoon was spent replacing essential tit-bits that got robbed last night. After a bamboozling taxi ride with a guy who couldn't understand a map it again became blatantly obvious the Thumb is back in non-English speaking territory. Eventually in searing heat we got to a gas station on a road that would spit us onto Route 5. Angela put us in the back of her pick up truck dropping us right at the toll road...5 minutes of Thumb time had David taking us all the way to Mexicali, he loved the project so much he insisted on laying his hands on me and Caroline to perform an on the spot prayer. He avoided eye contact as he choked up and drove away...lovely man. Again the Thumb was out for mere minutes at another Gas station. ...Enter Fernandez! this boy was on a serious mission in a great looking rustic juggernaut. As we meandered through an amazing desert mountain range we managed to communicate that he was non stopping it 1000km all the way to Gyaymas. With tacos, beer and a bed in the back it was a dream lift through the night for the Thumb.