It’s a Monday afternoon and I find myself just north of San Diego at a software convention that doesn’t really get started until later this evening – What is one to do, can you say TIJUANA… That is cold Corona, Tequila, Guacamole, Tacos and well yes Mexicans…
I checked in with the hotel for directions – but instead was given a warning and a strong suggested to spend the afternoon at the pool due to the recent murders south of the border, my interest just went up? After a quick check of the U.S. Department of State’s web site for traveler alerts – I was in my rental car with the Eagle’s on the play list heading South.
I did take the advise/warning to leave my rental car on the US side of the border and join the crowds of locals and simply walk across the border. Unlike most other border crossing you can simply walk into Mexico’s Baja Peninsula – Yes no customs, no questions, no lines, no visa (for 72 hours anyways), no nothing how cool – The way home is another story all together.
I spent the afternoon on Revolution Avenue in down town Tijuana, which was filled with all of the colors and flavors of Mexico shopping,
restaurants, dance clubs, gambling, red light, etc. Revolution Avenue is about a 15 minute walk from the border or $5 taxi ride (I went with the taxi) over the Tijuana River. The highlight is a 10 block strip, from the tall silver arch to the large Mexican flag at the south end. I am sure there was more, but I didn’t see it. After some lunch and few cold ones I left what can only be called a DUMP! – This was a check box excursion and something you can skip unless you are a 17-year-old male hanging with your buddy on a Friday night, then this is a must visit!
As I approached the border crossing, I found myself at the end of a line that stretched for more than an hour down the sidewalks of Tijuana twisting it’s way past vendors and hawker of all kinds to U.S Custom Building. I sampled the Churros, Mexican Fried Dough – the dough is pipped through this contraption into hot oil and then hit with cinnamon sugar – you can’t have just one. With less than an hour until my event dinner starting, I simply walked to the front of the line and cut in – Am I a typical American or what!