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The bus journey into Socorro was beautiful; a city sea of red, orange and white lights laid out below us, fading into long, shadowy desert lit by a razor-sharp gibbous moon. I wanted to take in every moment, but my eyes kept closing of their own accord.
Having seen some of Socorro now, it is a mixture of dusty white pavements and peach-coloured houses in the rounded Spanish style, and lush green trees and grass maintained by irrigation in the up-market areas. Three-quarters of the cars here are enormous jeepy things. I visited Wal-mart this evening, and after an hour of bemusement managed to fight my way out again clutching a bag of eclectic items (including fabrics, the biggest bag of M&Ms I have seen in my life, and a lack of sensible dinner), into the New Mexican evening. There was a deliciously warm wind blowing across from the mountains, which rose to my left in front of the last wash of daylight. The neon signs lining the road clashed magnificently, the heady scent of gasoline hung in the air, and cicadas chirped from every bush and tree.
Having seen some of Socorro now, it is a mixture of dusty white pavements and peach-coloured houses in the rounded Spanish style, and lush green trees and grass maintained by irrigation in the up-market areas. Three-quarters of the cars here are enormous jeepy things. I visited Wal-mart this evening, and after an hour of bemusement managed to fight my way out again clutching a bag of eclectic items (including fabrics, the biggest bag of M&Ms I have seen in my life, and a lack of sensible dinner), into the New Mexican evening. There was a deliciously warm wind blowing across from the mountains, which rose to my left in front of the last wash of daylight. The neon signs lining the road clashed magnificently, the heady scent of gasoline hung in the air, and cicadas chirped from every bush and tree.
