Normally when crossing the border into Mexico, you don't get stopped on the American side of the border, but, we did this time. Every single one of our rigs was boarded, guess the agents were looking for guns, drugs, plants or stowaways. We had a lot of oohs and aahs as the agent came into our bus, impressed apparently by all the work we had put into building the bus of our dreams. At any rate, it didn't take long and as we all drove through town, we finally found a spot right outside of town where we could all park and wait for the others to join us.