Tijuana -- I-dun-wanna ever go back again without some pepper spray... and a bit more cash...
I don't have any pictures of here, although I'm sure I will find something online that will display the completely dull, glum, grey, saddness I encountered when I walked 2.5 miles (or at least it felt that way, maybe more), through immigration and across this bridge that was over a dried up sewage smelling river thing.
I've never seen this side of poverty... the fact that there is a strip club on every street, or that people sometimes barter down their own items just so that we will buy them.
I was never rude to anyone, except I kept so "no bueno" (no good), to the men that painted their donkies like zebras and wanted us to take pictures with them. I am NOT one for animal cruelty -- what idiots they were.
I did somewhat get groped. No it was not buy a hot, sexy, Havana Nights, Diego Luna lookalike... but a drunk 4-foot nothing at about 10am. He kept walking closer to me and BAM! He grazed my stomach and spoke to me in Spanish... awesome! Not.
After leaving Tijuana, I really gained a great appreciation for my life, no lie.
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