I was not well. A really bad stomach. I staggered around
the beach naked getting sick every now and then. Maybe it was the shrimps, or the water, who knows …. I felt awful. I lay on the beach in the shallow waves and let the sun and the water heal me. Well, no, it didn't
do anything, but it was cool and I wanted to tan my Willy some more anyway.
Mid morning Olivier flew off to the nearest town for some coffee. I slept.
When he returned, he flew directly over me and threw
something down on me … it was his pants. So now the maniac is flying naked. Did he leave from town like that, were there girls that saw him? I was actually too sick to care much.
At about 2 pm I managed to get packed and into the
trike and safely into the air. It was definitely my most difficult flight, fighting sleep, dizziness and nausea. At one time I opened my helmet and leant out as far as possible and got sick. Yuk! It was by this time
just water, but still it was messy.
By the time we landed at Matamoros I was feeling much
better. We cleared customs and immigration in Mexico and took off for Brownsville, Texas, USA.
At Brownsville, the immigration guy told Olivier that
he didn't have a visa and so had to pay $170 and still go to the border by taxi, or go back to Matamoros or go to the border from the Mexican side and pay $6. We voted on the $6 and just ahead of a huge storm, took
off and flew back into Mexico.
Slept on the tarmac in the aircraft parking area.