Down Mexico way.
Coming through the turnstile from USA, Mexican Nogales not surprisingly seemed very different. There were lots of dodgy looking blokes on street corners looking very macho. My diary simply notes that the hotel was OK, $15. The following morning I got a local bus to the main bus station – I had been learning Spanish before I left so I knew it was the Central Camionera. I had been told that the bus I wanted was at 8.30 so I…