El Paso may seem like an unlikely destination to be included in a whistle-stop tour of the USA's latest and greatest. And it is.

The only reason for stopping here was purely to split up the bus journey between the Grand Canyon and Austin, Texas; which would've meant spending a hellish 24 hours non-stop on Greyhound.

Although we were in a dorm in our hostel, we actually had the room to ourselves and found that the rest of the hostel was similarly empty - as you've guessed, not many people condsider El Paso to be a prime holiday destination. The place was fine for a night to relax in, though, and we also found time to nip across the border to Ciudad Juarez in Mexico for some more fine Mexican fare, indulging in yet more tacos, enchiladas and margaritas.

After leaving Mexico for the second time, the evening's entertainment was then provided by a hilarious pair of dumb-witted rednecks, masquerading as border police, who couldn't understand the concept that we might have got lost trying to get back across the border because of a lack of signage, not because we were trying to attempt an impromptu invasion of the guard's outpost. Idiots.

Kev