Week 2 - Gallup to Corpus Christi; San Antonio
Monday 4 July 1994: The Fourth of July - at nine in the morning the 'play'
began again, so it was time to leave. The RV site was actually next to the Caverns of
Sonora, which have many delicate formations, but the guides to the caves also looked
a bit suspicious (Jehova's?) and we didn't stay. After almost running out of petrol,
finding some at the last minute at the sleepy town of Harper, we entered the outskirts
of San Antonio early afternoon. Since Sonora, the largely
desert landscape had gradually become more populated and cultivated, with the
amount of traffic increasing accordingly.
After locating an RV site, we parked near the city centre and strolled along the pretty
riverside walkway, the Paseo del Rio. This follows the
river, which is some 20 feet below street level and meanders for several miles,
sometimes crossing the river on small footbridges. The walkway is lined with many
lively restaurants and bars, which were filled with Americans celebrating the holiday.
It's even nicer at night, when all lit up. We saw the Alamo and the cathedral, several
tall buildings and the ex-residence of the Spanish governor, but the historical aspects
undoubtedly would mean more to an American. An amusing beggar approached;
"Hello, my name's Tony", and told a hard luck story about his mother being ill, but it
was not very convincing. The city generally has a European air, and probably
deserves more attention than we gave it. We didn't have time to see any of the famous
missions, ornate churches left over from Spanish times. In the evening we failed to
find a bar to celebrate the Fourth, since the RV site was in a quiet area, so we swam in
the (very hot) pool instead.