Anybody In Tijuana Sept 9-10?
Hi Everybody,
I will be getting into San Diego on Wed Sept 9 in the morning and heading down to Tijuana to stay one night at the Cascadas. Will stay in Tijuana until about mid afternoon on the Thur Sept 10 to head back to San Diego and catch my next evening flight.
Wondering if any of you gents will be in Tijuana around that time to take in the 'sights'.
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Border Entry Update / Taxi Situation
On Monday when I stepped into the new building, I was greeted at the entry by one of the pretty agents. I showed her my passport card and she asked how long was I staying, and I told her just one night. She directed me to the free 7 day visa line. I presented my passport card to one of the agents. He asked me what will I be doing in Mexico. I had to hold back on that question. I wanted to say, "Hopefully I can fuck your daughter. " Instead I told him that I wanted to check out Caesar's restaurant because I heard the salad was outstanding. He filled out the visa and marked it for 7 dias, then stamped the date on the visa. The whole process took around 4 to 5 minutes.
On Wednesday when I stepped into the new building, I was greeted at the entry by another pretty agent. I presented my passport card and my 7 day visa. She looked at both and then directed me to the local line.
Outside the building, the walkway will take you to the hectic taxi stands. The yellow cabs are the ones you will see first. They come off a small hill where they line up. There are yellow taxi drivers all over the sidewalk. And they all want your business!
On the other side of the street there are the Libre taxis pointed the opposite direction. The Libre taxi drivers are not allowed to cross the road and mix with the yellow drivers. They stand on the curb and are shouting for your business as well. The Libre taxis have to make a you-turn for the route to HK. Keep in mind, that the yellow cannot stop in front of HK, there drop-off point is in front of Adelita. But the Libre cabs, HK is the drop-off point. I took a yellow cab on Monday and a Libre on Wednesday; both were OK with 50 pesos.
I used to take the HK shuttle van when I returned to the border, but I stopped because I didn't like waiting. It was early and as I was leaving Tropical, I saw the HK limo. The driver was available, so I took the sweet limo back to the border.
Trip Report: "Making the most of 33 hours".
Yes indeed- 33 hours and we certainly made the most of it.
A five (5) hour drive, and Hugo the Man was there and ready for our 6 pm arrival in San Ysidro.
Where to park? Issue handled. And a new spot for me in the future. Great call Hugo. Traffic on the way down? Minimal. A smooth ride at 80 mph. As the thermometer hit 82 degrees, we encountered the new border entrance and process. Simple really. And the place has sort of an "airport" feel to it. Hugo agreed. Good people checking us through with a passport glance and our signature on the 7-day auto-Visa thingy, piece of paper thing that we kept with us (would need it on the return. Or did we? Trying to recall). Cab? Yes. Hugo said $3. Why no mas. The driver said "Si" - simple really, and we were off. As we coasted up the freeway (one that Hugo knows I am quite familiar with. Ahem*) a few right turns and left turns and we found ourselves in the Zona. Yes. Reservations at Casadas. Yet, our 1/2 the room required a 20-beer purchase at. Where was it? Las Chavellas? I believe so. 6:30 pm now and there was a decent buzz on the streets and in the air. Would I have that similar "buzz" after my first 5 beers? Not exactly. As Hugo shared 10 of his XX's with me, I proceeded to drink the other 20 in a fair and reasonable time of 3 to 4 hours. Did we check in? Yes, but not really sure when. Then, like a "flash", the running midget was spotted. He escaped the policia, but was he truly a wanted man? The running midget would return at a later time and another locale. It's a mad, mad world. Hugo needed the Cubs, but the Giants at Caliente sports book looked enticing to me at +120. Hugo got his Cardinals, but S. F. Won 4-2. A cashier for me and a minor set back for Hugo. Would Hugo care? Not exactly as he was surrounded by such lovely company as Lydia and Hermonia and someone else whose name escapes me. We even noticed during the 40-beer throw back that the Tijuana soccer club was down 3-1 in the 60th minute only to come back and win 4-3. The running midget might have appeared again. But it seemed dark and shadowy. In the distance really. "Bleep". Cabs making those sounds. Over and over again. The, La Gloria bar. Hugo refers to my performance in said bar as. MJ-ish. A true compliment to my footwork and truly amazing dance skills to such merengues and salsa tunes as the clock struck 11 pm. Hugo wore blue jeans and a blue collared shirt. Same here, but a black T-shirt instead. We were hip and doing Tijuana the right way. Our way really. Hugo was given a kiss by a stunning brunette. At least the upper 50%. The two of them also had their fair share of quality time to LOS canciones "slow" as they mirrored other romantic couples on the dance floor. I remained with another mujer who shared 5,200 photos on her phone with me. 99% of which involved family members and other memories of a time gone by. Her neck smelled of pink roses. With a taste of honey. Hugo and I were sporting the stunning aroma of Nautica. A blend which certainly drew the female persuasion closer by the minute. We were simply unstoppable. Then, the running little guy would run, run, run around the dance floor and out of the club, only to resurface hours later at the break of day. Who was that girl from the Jersey shore? When did she come into play? Did we have a moment together? And Hugo? Still dancing the slow dance of love at La Gloria bar. 6th floor. And a balcony with a view. Cascadas was ok enough. A / see in my room? 84 c upon check-in and 83 c as my head hit the rock-hard pillow. $27 for this cuarto with a live feed to the Tropical bar on the tube? Value is a perception. Liked the idea of it. Through and through. Hugo and I saw the break of dawn. You know, that golden time of day. The streets were thin. A rare breed double her price and upon hearing $40, Hugo ran faster than the little guy. After "Chi-town" met us on the back side of the block, we immediate went from a safe situation to pure danger. But we stepped it up and rolled like loaded dice. Did we ever. And everyone became friends within minutes after lending an ear to the situation at hand. Remember "Chi-Town" Hugo? I then recalled that I had not helped myself to a bite of food in nearly 12 hours. So, a small plate of rice and a tortilla which was the size of a half-dollar was handed my direction. And all for $5. I added $3 worth of salsa to justify the rip-off. Tasty. And necessary after such ingestion of muchas XX's. As the night comes to a close and morning breaks, Hugo finds his aim. But as for me? Alone again. A guy calls a girl and a girl comes to meet a guy. Girl with Hugo tells a lie, then this "girlfriend" appears and the guy wants his cut. Hugo hands over $1 and "Rapido", "Rapido" soon follows as we all escape the time and place. 6th floor now. Cascadas. Can you picture this? The friend of our girlfriend is ready for a mini-party. However, my 83 c cuarto is ready to fry an egg on the floor. Thus, no acciones. Ella va. Why. Es todo. Donde esta Hugo? Ahh, but a faint sound of his door sounds as I prepare for a hot night's rest. I offered a goodbye and Hello, to the lady who just left room 6 xx. "Hugo. ", I asked. And Hugo explained some minor yet relevant details. Thanks 4 clearing that up Hugo. "Adios" to the girl at the elevator I proclaimed, and she was on her way. 11 am hits and I wake up for the 5th time. 11:30 hits and Hugo has been off and running for hours now. 12:00 pm hits and there is a knock on my door. Time to check out? No clue. I open the door, and Hugo introduces me to "Giovanna de Francisco, de LOS Flores de la Luna. La de the". Does she hold some special place in Hugo's heart with her short candy-cane attire? I in my kerchief and inappropriate attire would close the door and meet the loving couple in 20 minutes on the balcony. A view of a girl named "Wendy" occurs, followed by a visit with a friend from a bar. Discussions of NFL preseason and the prior night's highlights would occur. Bright out. Hot and humid. Caliente Race book called as we received our $20 front desk deposits. 2 hours of Dogs and parlays discussions would lead to lunch and a cab ride. Some Italian joint cerca de Hotel Ticuan. Lasagna and a tune such as "Besame Mucho" would follow. Decision time. Ligna? Perhaps. The goal was 6 pm. This became 10 pm in reality. Then, as we reached the crossroad, I made the conscious decision to return ourselves to the Zona for a final gig. A visit with our friend and Hugo's partner in crime of the female persuasion would ensue at La Gloria. Prior to this, a tour of the scents of nasty small bars with a local clientele. That was a treat. Back to Caliente for Hugo's 2-team parlay as the Mets trailed 5-2 in the 6th. Game over right? 5-5 as I would cash 3 winning dog race tix. "Virtual Dogs" right Hugo? Virtual insanity. Winning those races turned me on really. Time to make a move. Hugo watched his Mets win 8-5 in 13 innings and the Cards would also be victorious for him 5-3. Nice 2-teamer Hugo. We would then discuss a combination of the options that lie out in the alley and side streets, with NCAA football lines in week #1 (all pluses on that ticket looked cool right H? LOL! Fun. Bliss. Good times. Not a single sip of alcohol all day. We were fine. I explored my options and decided upon the right one once she was through shopping. She had a special look. A read vibe. Hugo mentioned the meeting place, and 1. 274895 hours later, I would find myself in a minor tussle which turned rosy immediately thereafter. Everyone just got too excited too fast in front of that bar. Can't we all just feel all right? Thinking back to moments earlier. Wow. She really was fantastic. A true team-player with a player. Hugo saw me. He was busy with his own female company. And she was in the 6 to 7 range. Good drinking company to say the least. The, the running midget would make his final STREAK. Ok then. Someone tried a jacket on me. I didn't feel to "old-school" at the moment, so it was on to other things. Like, well. La Ligna. 10 pm now. Hugo says $3, driver says no. Next cab. Same thing. Next cab. Same thing. So I have enough of this patterned behavior. A $5 bill jumps out of my wallet and we find ourselves in a Tijuana taxi busting crazy-like towards the border. "Ligna" - no wait. None. What was the purpose of your visit? Done. Cleared. Through. Locate the car (glad it was still there. Mercy* start the said car, quick to the freeway and as we arrive at our arrival. Our final destination. Well. I would sincerely thank Hugo for a time well spent. 33 hours which we certainly made the most of. The moral of the story for all members here: Just go, and have fun. Don't sweat the small stuff you read on here. Do what you do. And do it well. Stay cool. Know your limits, and enjoy what Tijuana has to offer in most any aspect. Happy fun times. A truly excellent 33 hours.
