Driving driving driving ....

After leaving Mazatlan we drove, and drove, and drove a little more. Bob saw a guy on a bike pulling a trailer carrying a surf board, so we thought we'd stop and see if he wanted a ride. We found that he was a french man that was just biking to find some waves, but unfortunutly didn't want a ride because we were driving away from the coast. We gave him 'Good luck' and continued our drive. Stopped at Guadalajara, ate ..... drove some more. I drove into a town outside of Mexico City, and woke Bob so I could catch some rest. I couldn't get any serious sleep, because we were driving on such crudy roads, and at times I was catching up to 2 to 3 feet of air when Bob didn't realize that there were speed bumps and hit them going 40 plus miles per hour. When I woke all the way three hours later I found that Dean and Bob had got lost, and had just got out of the city, which really screwed up the driving through the night thing, but I'm glad we got lost there at 2 in the morning insted of at rush hour. We continued driving thorugh the day. Southern Mexico has many windy roads high up in the mountains, which makes driving really long, and the driver even more irritable. It was dark and Bob was driving when someone began tailing us very close. We became very irritated by this so we pulled over so he could pass, but once we pulled over he pulled over as well. We thought he wanted a fight so I reached for my knife and went into battle mode. We noticed his plates were from the EU, and wondered if we came across another french man. He got out and walked towards us. He told us he was low on gas and asked if we had any to spare. We didn't, but told him we'd follow him so if he ran out we could give him a lift to the next station. He eventually ran out of gas, stopped, we met his friend, threw him in the back, left his friend there, and went on search for gas. We went many miles and found nothing but small little villages. So we asked a lady, and she had informed us that there was a local man down the street that sold gas. We had found him, drunk, and followed him into a dark court yard where he took the Gasless man, and Bob left the van to get the gas. There were many eyes on us, and Dean and I started to feel unsafe. Lucky ten minutes later, Bob and the guy came back and we brought the gas to their car. We decided to stop at a gas station with them, then follow them to get some cervezas. We talked for hours over many cervezas and found out much about them. Their names were Michal and Martin, they were from Czechoslovakia, they had been sponsered to drive from there, through Russia, South Korea, The United States, Mexico, Central America, and were probably ending at Brazil. They had many fun stories, and much good advice. We decided to park the cars close to each other and crash out somewhere along the highway. Went to sleep, woke to the sound of them getting out of the car. We exchanged e-mails and websites, and talked of meeting in Panama. We got in the van, and continued the drive. Now we are in Tapachula, a border town in southern Mexico. We plan on leaving for Guatamala tomorrow morning.