I was wet, stinky, and covered in mud. New and old blisters. Gross. The hotel was decent. Obviously way overpriced, but they were pretty much the only game in town. I wasn’t really in the mood to try the border, but I couldn’t see myself staying here any longer. I just needed to get to…

35 hours, 30 minutes, 400 kilometers (240 miles) N5 “Highway”? Let’s just say bragging rights for life. Trucks have a hard time. Daily Diary So innocent and upbeat. So unprepared for what was about to come. Switching Over to the N5 Not a big surprise, but it turned to mud. Light mud, but mud. I…