In the week I’d been in El Centro, California, I’d had to deal with the leaking tire, getting to the football game at a sports bar, and my decision to replace the toilet. Yeah, after 22 years and a couple repairs, it was time to dump the old thing. I hadn’t done anything about it until now as it was sort of working. And wasn’t leaking. Here in El Centro, I pulled it because of the weird way the flush pedal was acting. Sort of stiff like, requiring much more force to activate than usual. And when I removed it this time, it was obvious that I would not be able to repair it without a workshop. See ‘Toilet Repair‘ for the story.
Because the toilet manufacturer is a loon (Thetford), with both documents and phone techs telling me there is an ‘exact’ replacement, which was actually 6 inches taller than my old toilet, I had to delay my departure to Mexico one day while I figured out which one I really needed, ordered it and waited for that better substitute to arrive. Even that was fraught with peril as UPS delivered it to the wrong space #7. They hadn’t bothered to check the actual address of the park I was staying at. If they had, they’d have known where my spot was and not taken it to the wrong address. They got the #7 right though. I only had to walk over and grab it before someone pilfered it after I’d figured out what had happened.
I did take the time to drive to Home Depot to get a part for the toilet plumbing and on that trip I also went south towards the border to Calexico to buy pesos. There’s always exchange booths on either side of the border but I want to get mine early. That trip also gave me the opportunity to get familiar with the road to the border, parking, number of lanes, etc. While I was out, I drove around El Centro a bit just to look around. Passed through the old downtown on my way back to the RV park. Kind of neat looking…but it was deserted. Lots of closed and boarded up business.
Has the town’s entrance arch there in the distance. Many Mexican towns have that still. The reason they were invented was because of crime. The entire town would be surrounded by a wall to keep out banditos and a gate attached to that arch actually closed so the town was protected. Probably no wall was ever here at El Centro, but the pioneer townspeople liked the welcome arch so up it went. Many small Mexican towns still have the arch and remnants of the walls. Some arches are so narrow and short I won’t drive my RV through them. And villages with small arches often have such narrow streets that I’d probably get stuck.







So off I went, due south on Highway 101. It looked like this just a few miles south. 










