Buster’s become somewhat of an expert on the twists/turns small towns & large of Mex One between the border and his home in Loreto. Some of the journey bores him – so he just sleeps. But other sections he’s all nose/ears and eyes out the window with some running sniff/woof commentary that I struggle to decipher. He’s my boy though – and he sure loves Mexico, as the photos here illustrate.