mexican train

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Ishikawa

Railfanning Avon, IN 2-10-10 MUST SEE!!!! MEXICAN POWER ON THE POINT!!!!

Carter

@Adkron ticket to ride and mexican train dominoes

Tanaka

@ohhjanjan yea people thought it was weird i would train to george strait. Ill train to spanish to feel more mexican haha

Taylor

Mexican-U.S. Marines small arms training

Gairola

"In this life now, you kill or you die...or you die then you kill" - WD

Yamasaki

Group of Black girls fights a group of Mexican girls

Sanders

That hilarious moment when you take your dog out and he chases a little mexican kid down the train tracks lmao

Collins

Red Dead Redemption Mexican Caesar - massacre - train - gameplay

Paswan

We had a good time at our friends Lyle and Susan over the weekend! Thanks!!!

Doshi

Playing Mexican Train

Nelson

Will someone Please Talk some Sense into this Kid, before he Gets Stomped!! lol

Biton

Name a good place to eat in Lake City on Sunday Night.

Smith

F-train Mexican Tranny in stilettos

Cox

Mexican Drug Cartel In US Cities

Myers

Mexican music on the F train... ooolaareee mi raza...

Mizrachi

Red Dead Redemption: Haunted Mexican Train

Sengupta

Why Do Mexican Girls Cry So Much? @Datzballin

Nishimura

MEXICAN SPECIAL FORCE VS RUSSIAN SPECIAL FORCE

Gutiérrez

Customer Testimonial - Jeronimo Solis Guillen of the Mexican Navy

Yamazaki

Mexico Border War - Live Battle! Unbelievable! Nov 5, 2010 5:30 EST

Malach

My travel blog while working in the UK over next three months. Warning, only read this if you have absolutely nothing else to do: http://smactravel.wordpress.com/

Guō

RETURN OF THE MEXICAN CLOWNCAR

Sharma

Mexican train game

Reed

Day 58 - Mexican Herbed and Seasoned Greek Yogurt Protein Dip

Thomas

My beloved 91-year old father, Jack Keller, Sr., passed away peacefuly in his sleep this past Wednesday morning, surrounded by love and prayer with his family at his bedside.

He had sustained a fall at home on March 25 and spent the last 10 days of his life at St. Bernardines Medical Center in San Bernardino, California. I was blessed to have many endearing moments with him during that time.

Daddy was a true Southern gentleman, one of the gentlest and kindest of souls, fillled with humility, humor, and generosity. A man of deep Christian faith, his intelligence and wit will be especially missed. His love for my mother, Rosalie, knew no bounds. They were married 70 years and spent every morning doing the crossword puzzle and playing endless games of Mexican Train. Their love and devotion were an inspiration to all.

A memorial celebration of his life will be held Sunday, April 7, at Muscoy United Methodist Church in San Bernardino, where he taught many Bible study classes over the years. Prayers would be appreciated.

García

Ew this little Mexican trynna get at @kahuna_ on the train lol

Ogawa

Mexican Navy towing Rafiki into Mazatlan

Adams

RIMPAC 2012 Military Exercise

Brown

Red Dead Redemption - The Mexican Wagon Train

Mori

Today's AOTD: Los Lobos – Kiko (1992) Los Lobos had developed a strong following in the 1980’s with their roots orientated rock that also brought in elements of their Mexican heritage. Looking for a newer sound, they brought in producer Mitchell Froom and he brought their music to a new level. Saying that, it would be unfair to believe that Froom is responsible for this album’s sound. Instead all Froom did was allow Los Lobos room to breathe and allowed them to use their full repertoire unlike previous albums. On some songs, the sound basks in Froom’s keyboard and percussive elements (“Dream In Blue”, “Kiko And The Lavender Moon”, “Wicked Rain”), on other songs they are allowed to just plain rock (“That Train Don’t Stop Here”, “Whiskey Trail”). This is arguably Lobos best work. Richard Hidalgo & Louis Perez took this sound to another level on the side project Latin Playboys, which is also highly recommended.

Zhū

Harlem Shake - [Mexican Edition] V2

Wright

Mexican Immigration Wave Winds Down

Sakamoto

New Spain and my Mexican ancestors

Yoshida

Mexican Train Wreck In Slow Motion

Gokani

Waitin For The Train While This Black Couple Is Arguin And These Two Mexican Girls Are Staring At Me!!!

Green

Mexican troops cross into the U.S. Mexico border - "Clear violation of International Law"

Wáng

Ferrocarriles Suburbanos (Mexican passenger train)

Jenkins

So about a week ago I escaped by train, the madness of Sevilla and my friends including Sas and Nadia to the more quiet sea side town of Cadiz. I traveled with the overly paranoid Mexican Miguel, who at times still has the mentality that he is living in Mexico. Don't talk to that police officer, don't jaywalk, don't camp in that random park. It was quite amusing but I showed him how safe it can be, especially when you travel with someone with as much expertise as me. :P Though I am sure I have pushed my luck, many, many times.

After a couple hours of relaxing on the beach, I bid farewell to him and was on my own for the first time in just over a week and a half. That quickly came to an end when I met the friendly Finnish, Matias, in an Irish pub. We had a few drinks, walked around the historical center and went on a hunt to find me a nice spot near the beach to pitch my tent. We discovered many other tents underneath a seaside building which some others had advised. It was here I decided to call my home for the night.

I awoke the next morning to a few surprises. The first was that the tents were all part of a closely knit family-like group of artist who made sand sculptures and sold art on the streets. Turns out they had lived here for 6 months. The second was I never realized how high the tide went and how wavy it was and had a close call. The water had come within ten feet below my tent and about seven feet beside my tent. Note to self, pay attention to tide tables when camping on the beach.

The next couple days were windy, rainy and quite miserable out. I met back up with Matias for breakfast, some more walking around the old city, headed out to a castle on an island, some tapas and a couple drinks. I ended up meeting up with one of the coolest Turkish people ever, Kaan, and her roommate later that night and stayed their for the next couple nights. My last day in Cadiz was just a chill one enjoying the sun that had been hiding the past few days. I contemplated that whole day whether or not I should eventually get rid of my long hair, and eventually I gave in the following morning.

Following my haircut I headed off to Gibraltar, a country that is really just a tiny territory of Great Britain that was stretigic during the many wars. I spent a couple days wandering the city, climbing the rock to find some monkeys in the pouring rain, watching tv shows with the Columbian hippy Nicky, pwning Ethan and Jaylan at soccer and working out down by the waterfront. I also hung out with locals at the pubs to try and get an insite on the people, culture and what the job situation was like since I plan to work here in a few weeks. Though most of the time the weather was rainy and I was quite travel fatigued, I tried to make the best of it.

Yesterday was a big day. I headed off to the ferry in Algeciras so I could beging my first ever journey in Africa. After many hours I had finally arrived in Morocco where it was like stepping into a whole new world. Hundreds of cabs were waiting across the border and I was being hassled like crazy to jump in one. I took my time scoping out the situation, the people and eventually paid 5 euros for a cab that took me to my destination. Mogaji, a Nigerian student in Morocco assisted me along the way.

I am now enjoying the foods, culture, shopping and scenery of Chefchaouen, a mountain-side and extremely beautiful town filled with white and blue buildings that reminds me of the Greek Island's but much much cheaper. For example, today I bought a soup, and two sandwiches in a restaurant, and snail soup and it cost me 6 euros. Tomorrow we head off to some waterfalls nearby and hopefully Ricardo leaves his comfy little city of Malaga, Spain to join me on my wild excursions across Morocco which will eventually lead me into the Saharan desert.