So we’re doing that whole confusing getting-in-line bit to cross the border and we have a set-to with the guy in this truck. Actually, Leslie advises him to perform some rather unnatural acts. Whoooow, was he M-A-D.
He threatens us. I take this picture in case our broken and bleached bones are found abandoned in the Sonora desert. The guy gets the Federales to pull us over. Leslie explains that ‘there must be some misunderstanding, sir’ and the cop just rolls his eyes and waves us on.
Julie suggests that Leslie make no further conversation with passing motorists.