Getting into Mexico from the USA was the easiest entry into a country I've even known. Take a tram from downtown San Diego, right to the border (for $2) and then, erm, just walk in. Passport checks, immigration, customs? Nope.Then a simple bus ride to Ensenada, a pretty port town about 2 hours away. By the way, the flag on the photo might look photoshopped, but it's not. It's bloody massive and so makes navigating pretty easy.
On the first night, after an afternoon wandering (with Darrell), a game of Pictionary was held in the suburbs. A really fun way to bond with some locals, over tequila of course. Amazingly, despite this being played in Spanish, my team won. After that, we played a weird game called werewolf which really needs to be tried to be understood. I'm taking this one back home though, it's hilarious. Interestingly, whilst the Mexicans were hugely friendly and hospitable, they weren't in any way overwhelmed by having two gringos in their company. I didn't feel special at all - in a good way - just one of the gang.
The following day, we hired motorbikes and went to the Bufadora out of town. Great ride there, although the blowhole (like many around the world) didn't feel like blowing that day. In the evening, I cooked rissotto for nine, as you do, before heading to see a couple of bands. The first was a classic mariachi act in a scruffy saloon, followed by a cover band in a so-called indie club. Bad dancing and tequila, they go well together.
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