Week 3 - Corpus Christi to El Paso; Del Rio
Friday 8 July 1994: Awoke too late to take a photo of the sunrise,
but never mind. After three wonderful relaxing days by the sea, it was
time to move on. We retraced the route through Corpus Christi and then drove
west along road 44, filling up with petrol at San Diego,
a town considerably smaller than its California namesake, and without any Sea World. Beyond here, the
countryside quickly became barren and deserted again, with only a few,
well-separated little towns. Heading west along roads 44, 83 and 277, there
was not much of note until we arrived at Del Rio, just 4
miles from the Mexican border. The friendliest American yet greeted us to the
Trav-L-World RV park, a little past the town. He talked for about twenty
minutes about the various bars and restaurants in the neighbourhood, and
recommended that we visit the nearby dam across the Rio Bravo. The site was
good, although the swimming pool had some small white larvae floating in it.
Spent the evening in a cool empty bar, chatting to an interesting barman.