Entry #51: Mexico

After a thrilling raft ride with Irish, we made it to the other side in one piece. He made some funny jokes, gave us some terrible advice, and rode off to leave us all alone. Fortunately, our horse apparently grew wings and flew to our rescue, but lost the wings before we could see it with wings. Now we wander the lonely fields of Mexico feeling alienated and out of place, wondering if Mexicans eat Americans or use them for gladitorial events. Heck, that's what we'd do to Mexicans! All racism aside, it's time to find Bill.