Road Trip - Dia Quatro I

The banging on the door and a male voice yelling on the other side of it awoke me and Dillon in the dark. Not the most settling feeling when you are in a foreign country and someone is trying to get into your room shouting at you in a language you only understand in bits and pieces. John and I pulled into Los Mochis the night before and decided to stay at a "Motel". A "Motel" is a place where you can pull into the property which is secured by a perimeter wall and gate and park your car right outside your room door acessed on the inside of the compound. No parking lots, somewhat secure and we didn't have to be real concerned about all the stuff in and on the truck. These place also provide visitors privacy since anyone driving by on the street outside can't see who's at the Motel. So, little did we know but our "8 hours was up" and had to leave so they could flip the room incase some of the Motel's regular clients needed the rooms. At least the sheets were clean and the air conditioning worked. John received the same wake up in his room so we threw the few things we had with us back into the truck and we were on the road before 5am.