Going into Mexico was a breeze. Parked the car on the US side and walked in. All welcome!
They do seem to think that the tourists love those donkeys. They are everywhere munching on corn husk and attracting no attention whatsoever.
Yeah, I have seen this place before; they called it Bombay but it felt a lot safer.
Yup, Tijuana was all class!
Dante wrote some detailed descriptions of this border crossing back into the US. The walking line took 4 hours. There were Coyote vans that drove you across to the head of the line for 5 bucks a head, which took an hour. We took the van.
On Sunday, we rented a sailboat and sailed on the San Diego Bay. Then there was the pleasant surprise of catching the fireworks on the city skyline.
The ghost that haunts this city.
The old seadog, visiting the pound
How many PhDs does it take to open a bottle of wine with a broken corkscrew?
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