Woooooah, Mexico

Yesterday I had to go into Nogales for work.  After the hour-long wait to come back across the border, as I was driving back I was passed by a PT cruiser with Arkansas plates. I thought man, that's weird.  So there's a border patrol stop a little ways up from the border where you slow down or stop and they look in the car, maybe ask you if you're a citizen, and wave like 99% of the cars through (that figure is just an estimate based on my own personal experience).  So the AR car is in front of me, they make him stop and roll down his window, blah blah, he starts talking with his hands, I'm thinking ooooo, excitement! The guard waves him over to the side of the road, and as I pull up I hear him saying 'dog check'.  As I'm driving past, I see the guy getting out of the car and he appears to be of middle eastern ethnicity! So that was weird.

Then coming up, I'm just about to hit Casa  Grande and I drive into this HUGE dust storm. I swear I think the devil farted, or as they say down south El Pedo del Diablo. It wasn't really bad in the sense of having to slow way down, or anything like that but it lasted all the way up to the South Tempe area. That's like 50 minutes worth of driving.  It was right at sunset, it was really really creepy. It felt like I was inside a giant room. There were only two points when it got really, really bad but they were both brief--it was mostly just dark and really cloudy and I felt like at any point a demon portal could have opened up and the invasion could have commenced. Thank goodness it didn't happen that way.