This will just be a shorty because we are both knackered. For those of you who have been anxiously awaiting...we made it safely across the border! We crossed at Douglas, Arizona into Agua Prieta, Mexico. All in all, it was relatively painless. All passport stamping, paperwork filling out, and paying of permits took less than an hour. There were no other people in the migracion/banjercito office and I think the employees took a special pleasure in saying "no, go first to window 4 and have copies made, then you come back," as they watched us go back and forth between the three desks like helpless children. We fumbled our way through the process with our miserable Spanish and swore to improve it by the time we get to the next border.
About 15 miles out of Agua Prieta just as the jitters were starting to leave us, I was riding behind Mark and watched something flutter past. This conversation ensued:
Me: Hey, did you have anything important in your pocket? It looked like something just flew out.
Mark: I don't think so. I put all my paperwork in my case.
Me: Okay, if you say so.
Mark: I'll pull over and check though.
Mark: Uh, yeah. That was my registration and insurance paperwork.
We quickly turned around and started riding very slowly back down the highway looking for a little ziploc bag with two very important documents. Did I mention the wind was blowing about 30 miles an hour?
The picture speaks for itself.
We rode 60 miles to the town of Cananea and called it a day.