Monterrey pt 1 - The Bus

Sitting up front on the bus  with my best friend. Time: quarter after midnight. The sound from the road is loud and you can tell its windy. It's been raining off and on since San Antonio pit stop. Our driver has a Bluetooth in and has been talking the whole way. Probably a good way to drive long distances besides EDM music. I was unable to figure out how to push my seat back like a recliner. Therefore, I sit here with my eyes open/shut with a hand towel as a pillow. 

Still in the US and headed to the border. Prior to our trip I was told ,repeatedly, not to go anywhere by myself and buddy system the whole Time. Due to previous news articles, I take any open bag with me off the bus when we stop. Crime in Mexico is said to be something of a concern. I am standing my ground. No strangers and don't go off. 

During this journey, I feel we are looked at as type a tourists. I am wearing my alumni shirt and the best friend looks amazing. Driver speaks English to us. 

Later, will need the currency of pesos in order to do what we had planned. 

At this hour in the evening, most are asleep. The driver, the wind entering the autobuses, the tires on the road are what I hear. My eyes feel heavy as they have since this afternoon. 

Driver just told whoever he is speaking to he sees a "puente" in the distance. 

To nap to just wake up at the border. Not ideal.