General Reports

[Guitarrefreak]

Great to see you again old friend.

I did hang out for a while til my gal came for me, she explained the situation, which I will spare the details (bet you will roll your eyes and say "wake up dude, what the fuck man!") , but it was a decent story nonetheless, wasn't too try-hard on her part to be too dramatic.

All in all, I had a decent time til 5am at which point I had to leave, but I did go back last night and bumped into Joe A. In Chicago. Always nice to see another friendly face.

Thing about Adelitas is, I may be going there too frequently that the girls are starting to poke fun at me for not taking them upstairs, nice thing though is that they will come up, grab any part of my body, or just start giving me an unprompted massage, and really doesn't look pissed if I have to ask them to leave, like that feeling.

HK is full of talents as usual, but the lights flashing and the loud music, and just the density of guys walking around, sometimes gets to me.

Also great to finally meet the great Artisstyp in person.

Health and happniess to all.

Dog 1.

At the bottom of the pedestrian bridge ramp (on the way to cross into Mexico) , over a month ago I noticed a dog in the fenced in area, and I mentioned the pooch in the last report. Well, I was determine to feed the damn thing this time around. I went into Jack-in-the-Box to buy a cheap burger, but the line was way too long. So I went to MacDonald's and the line was worst. So not giving up, I stopped in a little store and decided to buy a big tasty muffin. I've had Labs in the past and they ate every damn thing in site. At the end of the ramp, I spotted the pooch and tried to call it over, it got closer, but kept its distance. I broke the muffin in half and launched the two halves towards the pooch. The dog went over, smelled the muffin, and then looked up and said,"Yo Gringo, ¿Dónde está la carne?" So much for that idea.

I ended the evening at Adelita. I will admit, that club has some of the hottest women in the Zona. I just wish that I could play with them for a lousy buck like I can in HK. And I seriously doubt if I could get away with half of the shit that I do in the booths in Adelita as I do in HK. I hung out with Guitarrefreak for awhile and just watched stunner after stunner walk by. I met and had a drink with one of the stunners and I found out to my surprise, that she lives in Oceanside and only comes down to Tijuana to work on the weekends. Phone numbers were exchanged. This might be a good thing, but these girls are so unpredictable; who in the hell knows?

[TomJackin]

dog 1.

at the bottom of the pedestrian bridge ramp (on the way to cross into mexico) , over a month ago i noticed a dog in the fenced in area, and i mentioned the pooch in the last report. well, i was determine to feed the damn thing this time around. i went into jack-in-the-box to buy a cheap burger, but the line was way too long. so i went to macdonald's and the line was worst. so not giving up, i stopped in a little store and decided to buy a big tasty muffin. i've had labs in the past and they ate every damn thing in site. at the end of the ramp, i spotted the pooch and tried to call it over, it got closer, but kept its distance. i broke the muffin in half and launched the two halves towards the pooch. the dog went over, smelled the muffin, and then looked up and said,"yo gringo, ¿dónde está la carne?" so much for that idea.

dog 2.

there was a dog sniffing trap set-up before the first turnstile going into mexico. not sure what the dog was sniffing for, but it sure did take a liking to me. it sniffed my crotch, jumped up on my leg, my side, and as i kept walking, it jumped up on the back of my leg. as i'm holding my arms in the air, keeping at least two limbs protected, i asked the agent,"does the dog bite?" the asshole replied,"i don't know." i replied,"wait a damn minute, you are telling me that you are handling a dog and you don't know whether it bites or not?" the agent just ignored me completely.

the assault.

around 3 in the afternoon, i head down the front entrance in hk and speedy is sitting next to the bottom of the ramp so i stopped and chatted for a couple of minutes, freddy was also there. i had my back to the crowd while chatting. and then i felt this shoulder and elbow slamming into me as hard as possible to get me out of the way, and i damn near went down. granted, i was on the ramp to exit the place, but there was still plenty of walking space. speedy yells out something to this bald headed latino and i looked at him with a "what the fuck? look. i gaffed it off and continued talking to speedy. out of the corner of my eye, i saw this dick coming down the ramp rather quickly, and before i could have reacted faster than i wanted to, i took a strong right hook to the side of my face. he turned and bolted, and speedy and freddy made a beeline after him, but to no avail. still not sure why that happened. my guess is that he was drunk and pissed about something, and i just happen to be an easy target while on his way out.

no place to go but up from here.

while sitting in the booth licking my wounds and still wondering wtf happen, i was determine to change the mood. lucky for me, the sg master artisttyp was in town and was on his way over. after some intellectual conversation, it was time to bring one of the ladies over for booth follies. i saw one of my favorites and it was game time. after about an hour of booth follies i was feeling a lot better about things, but not completely. because i called the day before and made an appointment with one of my favorite sgs, we bailed and hit the alley. and you can bet your ass that i was scanning that alley so i didn't run into my new found friend.

and then there were three. part 1.

my street girl gaffed out our date and stayed home, so with the recommendation of artisttyp, i quickly had a substitute. the sg and i headed over to the little corner store to stock up on some goodies for the upcoming hour session. we got some orange juice, vodka, ice and cups. then the moment of dread, i feel someone tugging on the back of my shirt. could this be my new hk buddy? i glance over at the sg and saw that she is looking down and smiling at the person behind me; whew! it was a little girl asking for change. i told her no. and then she did the little belly rub indicating she was hungry. i pointed to the taco stand just outside the store, and asked if she wanted a taco, and she said no. then she got this big smile on her face and yelled out something that meant potato chips. just at that moment her other siblings came running in. and when i said ok, they reacted like i told them i would take them to disneyland! yeah, i know it wasn't the healthiest thing to give them, but after being rejected earlier by a dog for my choice of food, i didn't feel too bad.

and then there were three. part 2.

after a great session, it turned out the sg was hungry; go figure. so we head to the fish taco stand for some great spicy shrimp tacos. artisttyp showed up at the same time. we sit down and were just about to order when i noticed two of the dressed like school girls sprinting across the street and they ended up right behind us. i looked at my sg and took a wild guess and asked,"amigas?" she smiled and nodded. i said, alright, i'm going out on a limb here and taking another wild guess that they are hungry as well. all three smiled and nodded. well hell, let's eat! it worked out well because i planned a 3-some with two of them in the near future.

crosswalk opportunities.

on my way back to the zona from la estrella, i there was a sweetie that looked over and smiled while we were waiting for the light to change. i smiled back and said hello. then we crossed the road and she seemed to be waking fast and i was in no damn hurry, but then she slowed down and let me catch up with her. we started chatting, if you can call my shitty spanish chatting, and i ask her if she wants to have a drink. just then her friend walked up, and she seemed thirsty too. so we headed up to el torito's and sat outside and ordered some drinks, they each ordered a beer. when the server left, the negotiations started. both of them in my hotel for $60 each. i told them i was tired, had a hard enough day, and was headed back to sd shortly; so no thank you was my answer. the first girl said that she wanted money for both of them just to sit there and have a drink with me. my first question was,"do i look that fucking stupid?" which could have been answered either way at that point. my second question was,"are you out of your fucking mind?" they got the message, got up and left. the server came back with my two wendy's cups full of margaritas and two unopened beers, which stayed unopened.

i ended the evening at adelita. i will admit, that club has some of the hottest women in the zona. i just wish that i could play with them for a lousy buck like i can in hk. and i seriously doubt if i could get away with half of the shit that i do in the booths in adelita as i do in hk. i hung out with guitarrefreak for awhile and just watched stunner after stunner walk by. i met and had a drink with one of the stunners and i found out to my surprise, that she lives in oceanside and only comes down to tijuana to work on the weekends. phone numbers were exchanged. this might be a good thing, but these girls are so unpredictable; who in the hell knows?

[Phordphan]

Hey Joe, or anyone with experience in this area. How does that theroy apply to a retired prostitute? Or does the old adage come into play," once a prostitute always a prostitute"

I think a lot depends on how long she was in the business. The longer, the more damaged, IMO. Of course, exceptions abound, but, in general, I think that adage is true.

I've had civvies and hookers "fall in love" with me, and the "love" you receive is, somehow, different. It's hard to really put your finger on the differences, but it's there. I guess maybe it's the feeling that if money gets tight, or other problems crop up, she'll always resort to hooking. A non-hooker would never consider that. If you can live with that, great. If not, best to reconsider.

Just my dos centavos, FWIW.

[Baxter Slade]

As a prositute friend of mine in Mexicali once advised me. Never fall in love with a prostitute as they are not capable of loving you back.

I have made this mistake a few times and found to my sorrow that my prostitute friend was absolutely correct. Look for a great time but forget about love!

Hey Joe, or anyone with experience in this area. How does that theroy apply to a retired prostitute? Or does the old adage come into play," once a prostitute always a prostitute"

[Joe Arturo]

My advice would be to read O'Tools post very carefully. The girls here really do want your money, not your love; it's a business plain and simple. Many have found love here and very many more found out the hard way that business is business.

If you are not fluent in Spanish, then don't be fluent in Stupid. There is no shortage of information here to help you through.

I would disregard the above post.

As a prositute friend of mine in Mexicali once advised me. Never fall in love with a prostitute as they are not capable of loving you back.

I have made this mistake a few times and found to my sorrow that my prostitute friend was absolutely correct. Look for a great time but forget about love!

[Derekj6926]

Pure words of wisdom, plain and simple.

Country John I have never had the pleasure to meet but I am quite sure we have partied together and did not know it. Let me affirm what the gentlemen said, it is ALL about the green. As a sweetheart of mine said to me with the brutal truth which I will never forget!"When hunger comes in the door love goes out the window"

[Guitarrefreak]

Pure words of wisdom, plain and simple.

My advice would be to read O'Tools post very carefully. The girls here really do want your money, not your love; it's a business plain and simple. Many have found love here and very many more found out the hard way that business is business.

If you are not fluent in Spanish, then don't be fluent in Stupid. There is no shortage of information here to help you through.

I would disregard the above post.

[Country John]

If you head to mexico and are not fluent in spanish just put a sign around your neck that says " OVERCHARGE ME " Everything in tijuana will be overprice (taxis, food, women, drinks, etc) if you don't speak the language or don't look local. The zona is pricey and yes they got hot girls but are hardened professionals who are mechanical in bed or just rushing to get it overwith. My best advice is to avoid mexico, the state department is right, and save your money for south america or asia. One good thing about tijuana is the crime is over rated. Daytime is pretty safe to walk around and even the night time is kind of ok to walk around. I was solo in tijuana and walked around day or night and never had any problems. But you don't want to dress nice (jeans tshirt) and late night it is probably better to take a cab to your hotel room.

My advice would be to read O'Tools post very carefully. The girls here really do want your money, not your love; it's a business plain and simple. Many have found love here and very many more found out the hard way that business is business.

If you are not fluent in Spanish, then don't be fluent in Stupid. There is no shortage of information here to help you through.

I would disregard the above post.

[Country John]

Nice butt in face pics tom. Lets see a little "dirt" on the nose next time.

LOL, that's what I call "sniffing out them mud bunnies." Great post too!

[Country John]

I've done more bar and street girls than I can count. Add to that a few of the massage girls and I'm moderately experienced in the Zona. But I've never experienced a Tijuana escort and am ready to try. A couple of the girls on cumintj look totally hot to me and the thought of a GFE is a turn on.

The basic process seems simple enough: make arrangements while in the states, walk across the boarder, meet at McDonalds (or similar) , get in a cab, drive off to parts unknown, have a great time, get in another cab to the boarder. The part I don't like is meeting at the boarder and going to an area that is unfamiliar to me. I don't want to be sitting at McDonalds for an hour for a girl that never arrives or being hijacked because someone knows that I'll have a pocket full of cash to pay the escort.

On suggestion was to get a room at Cascadas and have her meet me there. If she doesn't show up, I'll at least be where I want to be and won't have wasted the hotel money.

Other suggestions would be appreciated.

One reason for meeting at the border is so that they can throw eyeballs on you to see if they really do want your business. Once you get past that, you go to their hotel for security reasons. Many (if not all) will go to your hotel, so you can do that too. Communicate with the agency, ask all the questions; you are the client. Don't worry about waiting at the border, just stay and plain sight, and don't be counting money while you are waiting. Don't look like you have money, and don't look stupid or appear to be unaware of your surroundings.

[Artisttyp]

Nice butt in face pics tom. Lets see a little "dirt" on the nose next time.

[Ready Ru]

it's been about a month since i traveled the brutal distance to spend time in my little backyard paradise, so after a full recovering from the dr, which took longer than usual, i had a long talk with my liver and we both agreed to head south on friday.

the i-5/805 onramp.

a month ago, it was posted to open in may, but now it's not due to open until august! does anyone know what happen there?

the mystery hound.

at the bottom of the pedestrian bridge ramp (on the way to cross into mexico) , a month ago i noticed a dog in the fenced in area, and i thought it was a fluke, that maybe the hound wondered in there by accident. but a month later, the pooch is still in the fenced area. does the dog have a purpose? who feeds the damn thing? help me out with this one.

the highlight of the trip.

got into hk around 3 and the spring break thing was going and it didn't seem like much of a change than the normal routine. sat down and it wasn't long before i spotted 2 of my favorite girls in mexico hanging out at the handicap ramp wagging there asses back and forth for dollar bills, and they both looked up at the same time and greeted me with big smiles. i went down to the ramp to pay my respects and was trying to decide which one to bring over for the fun loving "booth follies." one of them is my regular, but the other is the sweetest girl i've met in years. couldn't decide, so i brought them both over.

the girls and i had a good time. both are trained ficha drinkers, at least with me. they each sipped three little beers for over two hours. my camera was out most of the time and girls didn't show a ounce of shyness whatsoever. there is something nice about it when the girls are relaxed and playful, no expectations, just enjoying the time. they both knew which one i would be talking upstairs later; didn't make a difference to the other. i was able to practice my shitty spanish, and they did their best to correct my shitty spanish. hell, this is fun; another bucket of beers!

after getting some food in their bellies, one girl went back to work, and my girl and i retired to the room. it's been a month since i've been with her and she had an ass kicking planned for me. we got in the room, and she gave me this serious, but kind of drunk look, and asked,"listo? i replied,"sí." then she asked,"seguro?" i came up short for an anwser, so i replied,"fucking a!" that girl pounded my face and cock like it was her last day on earth. it was like every pound had a word. like,"don't, you, ever, stay, away, from, me, for, a, fucking, month, again!" it was the unspoken language that was important here. once again, point well taken!

other tidbits.

while on my way down revolution avenue when headed to cesar's for some good tequila and snacks, i noticed that revolution was vibrant with people out and about. as i was walking by el torito, there was this tall nice dude, that always tries to get me to go in there for the two for one drink specials. i told him that i was headed somewhere else, and he reminded me that i always say that to him. i said ok, on my way back i promise i will go up for a drink if he is out in front. and my promise is as good as gold.

after hanging with manual at cesar's, i headed back to the zona. on one of the corners, some dude was trying to get me to a club called madona's? i looked over and saw the place, never been, so i headed over with him. i inquired how much the mixed drinks were and was told $6. i told the dude that i pay $4 for the best places in the zona, so he said ok. i told him i would take a look, but no promises on buying a drink. i walked in the place and it seemed like a nice place, but there were only a few girls there, and one lonely ass customer that was sitting in front of a deserted stage with dance pole. as i was bailing, the guy offered my drink for $2.

on my way back, the el torito dude was out there, and a promise is a promise, so i went up and hung out looking over the balcony, which was great for down-shirt titty shots from the sidewalk below. i told him i wanted my 2 for 1 margaritas in one big glass. off he went, but returned and said there were no big glasses, which i know better because i've drank there in the past. i said whatever, just bring the damn drinks. he returned with, not two glasses, but two wendy paper cups full of margarita. i asked wtf? he just shrugged his shoulders and laughed.

so i finished one drink, i figured i could walk with the other, why not, it was a wendy's paper cup for goodness sake. at the next light, i was waiting to cross the road, and this pretty woman came up next to me and was waiting as well. i smiled and said hello and asked her if she would like to taste my tasty beverage, and she did! i didn't think much of it and continued walking towards the zona, but she was in tow the entire time. so i made a right at the arch and was about a block in and realized she was still right behind me. i stopped, turned around, asked her name, and asked if she was working someplace. she told me her name, said she wasn't working, and then said,"tu hotel, $50." i explained to her that i was old and tired. she smiled and gave me her number. opportunity is everywhere!

las chavelas.

i run through this place every trip in search of the hidden gem. as soon as i entered, i spotted a slender, yes i said it, slender dark skin girl. she looked like whitney houston, but not dead, more alive! whitney and i grabbed a booth and she turned out to be a great kisser. i got so wrapped up with her that i let my guard down. i looked down on the table and noticed a bag of fucking chips! and then i realized that i paid for that bag of fucking chips! i was livid! i forgot all about whitney, went to the bar, and told the bartender i wanted to see the manager right fucking now! the manager was a nice dude, and refunded my money for the chips immediately. hell, i done forgot about whitney.

the lowlight of the trip.

in hk during the late afternoon, i noticed this american couple were playing with the same bar girl. she is a new girl, kind of tall and built like azul, but not as big in features. the american woman was about the size of a fucking buffalo and nasty as hell! well eventually, it was the hk girl's turn to dance on the back stage. and on her last song she was buck naked and she really looked hot! then this doom settled over hk, and the buffalo got on stage!

the buffalo starts grinding with the dancer and then the dancer starts the horrid act of undressing this buffalo. i'm yelling,"for the love of christ! for the sake of humanity! someone stop this disaster before it strikes!" at this point, i'm hoping for a fire drill, an actual fire, an atf raid, an earthquake, anything to stop what's about to happen! the stripper peels off her pants, and the buffalo is wearing a thong! who in the fucks makes a thong in the xxx6 size?

i've always wanted to shake the hand of the original maker of the thong, because it has brought me so much pleasure over the years; especially in rio during carnival on the beach. but if i ever met the maker of the plus size thong, i would beat that fucker to a pulp! here is the sad and sick part. the act was drawing a crowd! even my girls wanted to get up and go over to the stage to check it out. maybe because it was different, maybe because it was like a grossed out circus act, who knows? but then again, i thought to myself,"hell, i fucked bigger woman than that! but, not from hk!"

what, no picture of the buffalo, jajajaja

[Guitarrefreak]

Fucking A buddy, your stories never cease to amaze, I had a pretty good time down there too myself this weekend, chilled with joe A a little. So many new faces in HK and adelitas, it is like new business in town!

It's been about a month since I traveled the brutal distance to spend time in my little backyard paradise, so after a full recovering from the DR, which took longer than usual, I had a long talk with my liver and we both agreed to head south on Friday.

[TomJackin]

it's been about a month since i traveled the brutal distance to spend time in my little backyard paradise, so after a full recovering from the dr, which took longer than usual, i had a long talk with my liver and we both agreed to head south on friday.

the i-5/805 onramp.

a month ago, it was posted to open in may, but now it's not due to open until august! does anyone know what happen there?

the mystery hound.

at the bottom of the pedestrian bridge ramp (on the way to cross into mexico) , a month ago i noticed a dog in the fenced in area, and i thought it was a fluke, that maybe the hound wondered in there by accident. but a month later, the pooch is still in the fenced area. does the dog have a purpose? who feeds the damn thing? help me out with this one.

the highlight of the trip.

got into hk around 3 and the spring break thing was going and it didn't seem like much of a change than the normal routine. sat down and it wasn't long before i spotted 2 of my favorite girls in mexico hanging out at the handicap ramp wagging there asses back and forth for dollar bills, and they both looked up at the same time and greeted me with big smiles. i went down to the ramp to pay my respects and was trying to decide which one to bring over for the fun loving "booth follies." one of them is my regular, but the other is the sweetest girl i've met in years. couldn't decide, so i brought them both over.

the girls and i had a good time. both are trained ficha drinkers, at least with me. they each sipped three little beers for over two hours. my camera was out most of the time and girls didn't show a ounce of shyness whatsoever. there is something nice about it when the girls are relaxed and playful, no expectations, just enjoying the time. they both knew which one i would be talking upstairs later; didn't make a difference to the other. i was able to practice my shitty spanish, and they did their best to correct my shitty spanish. hell, this is fun; another bucket of beers!

after getting some food in their bellies, one girl went back to work, and my girl and i retired to the room. it's been a month since i've been with her and she had an ass kicking planned for me. we got in the room, and she gave me this serious, but kind of drunk look, and asked,"listo? i replied,"sí." then she asked,"seguro?" i came up short for an anwser, so i replied,"fucking a!" that girl pounded my face and cock like it was her last day on earth. it was like every pound had a word. like,"don't, you, ever, stay, away, from, me, for, a, fucking, month, again!" it was the unspoken language that was important here. once again, point well taken!

other tidbits.

while on my way down revolution avenue when headed to cesar's for some good tequila and snacks, i noticed that revolution was vibrant with people out and about. as i was walking by el torito, there was this tall nice dude, that always tries to get me to go in there for the two for one drink specials. i told him that i was headed somewhere else, and he reminded me that i always say that to him. i said ok, on my way back i promise i will go up for a drink if he is out in front. and my promise is as good as gold.

after hanging with manual at cesar's, i headed back to the zona. on one of the corners, some dude was trying to get me to a club called madona's? i looked over and saw the place, never been, so i headed over with him. i inquired how much the mixed drinks were and was told $6. i told the dude that i pay $4 for the best places in the zona, so he said ok. i told him i would take a look, but no promises on buying a drink. i walked in the place and it seemed like a nice place, but there were only a few girls there, and one lonely ass customer that was sitting in front of a deserted stage with dance pole. as i was bailing, the guy offered my drink for $2.

on my way back, the el torito dude was out there, and a promise is a promise, so i went up and hung out looking over the balcony, which was great for down-shirt titty shots from the sidewalk below. i told him i wanted my 2 for 1 margaritas in one big glass. off he went, but returned and said there were no big glasses, which i know better because i've drank there in the past. i said whatever, just bring the damn drinks. he returned with, not two glasses, but two wendy paper cups full of margarita. i asked wtf? he just shrugged his shoulders and laughed.

so i finished one drink, i figured i could walk with the other, why not, it was a wendy's paper cup for goodness sake. at the next light, i was waiting to cross the road, and this pretty woman came up next to me and was waiting as well. i smiled and said hello and asked her if she would like to taste my tasty beverage, and she did! i didn't think much of it and continued walking towards the zona, but she was in tow the entire time. so i made a right at the arch and was about a block in and realized she was still right behind me. i stopped, turned around, asked her name, and asked if she was working someplace. she told me her name, said she wasn't working, and then said,"tu hotel, $50." i explained to her that i was old and tired. she smiled and gave me her number. opportunity is everywhere!

las chavelas.

i run through this place every trip in search of the hidden gem. as soon as i entered, i spotted a slender, yes i said it, slender dark skin girl. she looked like whitney houston, but not dead, more alive! whitney and i grabbed a booth and she turned out to be a great kisser. i got so wrapped up with her that i let my guard down. i looked down on the table and noticed a bag of fucking chips! and then i realized that i paid for that bag of fucking chips! i was livid! i forgot all about whitney, went to the bar, and told the bartender i wanted to see the manager right fucking now! the manager was a nice dude, and refunded my money for the chips immediately. hell, i done forgot about whitney.

the lowlight of the trip.

in hk during the late afternoon, i noticed this american couple were playing with the same bar girl. she is a new girl, kind of tall and built like azul, but not as big in features. the american woman was about the size of a fucking buffalo and nasty as hell! well eventually, it was the hk girl's turn to dance on the back stage. and on her last song she was buck naked and she really looked hot! then this doom settled over hk, and the buffalo got on stage!

the buffalo starts grinding with the dancer and then the dancer starts the horrid act of undressing this buffalo. i'm yelling,"for the love of christ! for the sake of humanity! someone stop this disaster before it strikes!" at this point, i'm hoping for a fire drill, an actual fire, an atf raid, an earthquake, anything to stop what's about to happen! the stripper peels off her pants, and the buffalo is wearing a thong! who in the fucks makes a thong in the xxx6 size?

i've always wanted to shake the hand of the original maker of the thong, because it has brought me so much pleasure over the years; especially in rio during carnival on the beach. but if i ever met the maker of the plus size thong, i would beat that fucker to a pulp! here is the sad and sick part. the act was drawing a crowd! even my girls wanted to get up and go over to the stage to check it out. maybe because it was different, maybe because it was like a grossed out circus act, who knows? but then again, i thought to myself,"hell, i fucked bigger woman than that! but, not from hk!"

[Simonwagstaff]

I have read several posts today about Viagra vs Cialis. My question is whether or not you bring the Viagra / Cialis from home (take before crossing the border) , or do you buy it from a cheap Mexican source there for use? Is it readily available there? Is it reliable (heard people talk about Mexican Cialis vs more potent US version)? Also, has anyone bought and brought some back across the border? If you buy it there, is it expensive?

Very good hotel information today- it is greatly appreciated.

I asked about this before, with no reply so here goes. I bought some Mexican cialis at the drugstore that is right there when you cross the border. Mexican cialis. 4 20mg pills for 24 bucks. Bigger and rougher looking than the USA stuff. I have no idea if it is real or not but I took half of one and three pops out of this old man seemed to indicate something useful is going on. I don't know if it is cheaper or more real at other pharmacies. I will also say that it seems that the grocery store on Ave. Revolution is the best place to be buying tequilia, not the best selection but very good prices, better than the duty free. The pills are so small I am not sure that they would care much if you crossed the border back with them but I am not advocating this, however I do have a prescription so perhaps not a problem. To my knowledge they have not trained drug sniffing dogs to look for cialis.