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The 2004 Baja Adventures of Two Canadian's Part 1, 2 & 3
Part 1 Cabo, where the he$$ is Cabo?
I remember the first time my then boyfriend Todd said he wanted to go to Mexico it was around September of 2003. I thought great, I know just where
I’ll take him, we can fly into Cancun, jump a taxi, take the ferry to Isla Mujere’s, spend some time there, then go on to Chichen Itza, he will love
it!!! He then said, “Yeah, I want to go to Cabo!!!” “Cabo, where the hell is Cabo?” I replied smugly. All the while thinking to myself, he doesn’t
know Mexico, he hasn’t even been south of Wyoming, let alone Mexico. “You know, Cabo San Lucas, Baja” he replied. My heart dropped. Ever since I
was little, I had heard that Baja, isn’t really Mexico, all Baja is was an extension of California. I was utterly disappointed. “Don’t you want to
go to the REAL Mexico?” I asked. “Nope, I want to go to Sammy Hagar’s bar in Cabo San Lucas, I want to see the Lands End Arches”. That was the last
we spoke of it for some time.
Around November we were sitting at the kitchen table, having a drink and just talking about our week, when Todd says “I think my bonus check will
definitely cover us going down to Cabo”. Now this took me by surprise, as I had totally forgotten the conversation we had three months earlier.
“Cabo, where the hell is Cabo?” Now I must explain something before I go much further, Todd can give a look, like nobody I have ever met. It is a
cross between pity and are you serious? You really can’t be that stupid. That is the look I received before he answered. “I told you three months,
ago, Cabo San Lucas in Baja, I want to go see Sammy Hagar’s bar, and the Lands End Arches.” It will be fun, we can fly down, and stay in a hotel, and
it will be a vacation for us”. I was stunned. I had totally forgotten that conversation three months earlier. “I really can’t afford to fly down to
Baja, and I don’t really want to go to Baja. If you want to go to Mexico, let’s go to the Mainland, that is the real Mexico anyway, it will be a lot
more fun”. Again I got his special look before he replied “I will pay, and it will be fun, I want you to go down there with me”. So we went to the
computer and went to the travel websites typed in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan to Cabo San Lucas, and waited. As the computer screen flashed the
“retrieving your requested information” message, I said to Todd, “This is what you want to do for sure?” He nodded, simultaneously, the price page
popped onto the screen, and Todd said “You’ve got to be kidding me, $3,500.00 US dollars for one person, for one week?” Inside I was secretly
smiling, I knew I could find a cheaper flight to Cancun, and from there we could rent a car, and go exploring. “Well, we could always try a different
city, I bet I can find a cheaper flight to say Cancun, and then we could rent a vehicle, and drive around till we find a spot that we like”. I could
tell from the disappointed look on his face, that what I had suggested really was not an option. I then understood why my mother had said that real
relationships were a give and take situation. It was time for me to give something to this relationship. Somehow we had to make this dream of his
come true. What was two weeks of my life? Maybe I really would like it and we would have a blast. I racked my brains for what seemed like forever,
and finally blurted out “We can drive, we will drive down, there, how far can it be?”
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Ok, ready for more.....
P<*)))><
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Gypsy------------yes, more!!!!!
(you really seem to have a knack for humorous writing----I am still laughing myself silly!!!!)
This is good stuff!!!!! you are producing.
Mas, mas, por favor!!!
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Thank you for your words of encouragement. I was a little hesitant to post it. I'm working on the next part, hopefully tomorrow I will post then.
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Part 2 Planning the Trip
Now that I had committed myself, I was absolutely determined that Todd and I would drive to Cabo, and have the trip of a lifetime. “You know we
probably could.” Todd said. So back to the computer we went, logged onto MapPoint and typed in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan to Cabo San Lucas, Baja, and
waited, and waited some more. I was just about to go and get us another drink, when finally pages upon pages of directions popped up on the screen.
We looked at each other, and then back at the screen. “Holy crap, it is far, like 3,000 miles far” Todd sighed. My heart was somewhere in the
vicinity of my kneecaps by that point. I pasted a smile on my face and said “actually, 3,000 miles is nothing, we can do that no problem. All we
will have to do is take turns driving. When one of us gets tired we will stop for gas and switch drivers.” A new look crossed Todd’s face, it was
one of absolute horror, mixed with, Oh my God I think she is serious.
The other problem that faced us is the fact that combined, we have four children. Apparently we both missed sex-ed in high school. Todd has custody
of two kids, and I have custody of two kids. What in the world were we going to do with them? The oldest was only 13 and the youngest was 6, it was
not like they could be left alone for three weeks. Which one of our friends was crazy enough to take on that adventure? We poured another drink and
than tossed out names in the air. “No, if we managed to convince that friend, they probably won’t be our friends anymore” seemed to be the common
answer to any name that came up. Finally we figured it out, His mom and dad would take his two kids, and my cousin could come and take care of my two
and the house. That settled all we needed now was a date, and apparently a binder to put our directions in. After many drinks and much discussion we
finally settled on a date. We would leave snowy Saskatoon on February 12, 2004 at 5:00. We were set!!!
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...reminds me of when we took off for a 3 week vacation in a '75 camper van from Medicine Hat in the dead middle of winter. In a 50 mph wind at -30
celcius. Drove (bleow the speed limit) until we thawed out, 3 days later, about Needles, and kept going to Calexico.
We realized that to reach our goal of the tip of Baja, we wouldn't make it back home in time to return to work! We headed home after a stay in San
Felipe (people thought we were in a "starter" RV). On the way towards a sign near Yuma, we looked at each other and said, "wanna see the Grand
Canyon?" and swung sharply to the east exit just in case we didn't come that way again.
When we crossed the Arizona, they asked us if we "had any oranges" and said that we looked "pretty young for snowbirds". Politely replied and were
glad to be on our way while noticing that another VW van was being torn apart and searched!
Saw alot of the historic US geography that we had only seen on TV in in our imaginations and got hooked on travelling the interstates, even if we
sometimes had to shift to 1st to get up some hills...well actually, even back up and take a run at some!
Can't wait to go back, next time for the winter and then maybe for good.
When the way comes to an end, then change. Having changed, you pass through.
~ I-Ching
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Part Three Tijuana Here We Come!!!
The night before our trip was a busy one for us, so much to do, and as per usual we had procrastinated until the very last moment. The weather
outside was horrendous, snow, blowing snow, -30 Degrees Celsius. Todd was trying to do the necessary vehicle maintenance for a trip that long, I was
packing for children and ourselves, buying groceries, and assuring four somewhat sad children that yes we would return. Exhausted we finally fell
into bed, expecting sleep to just over come us. After about an hour of lying there Todd finally asked “You asleep?” “No”, I practically yelled, “I’m
so excited, I feel like a child at Christmas time!” We talked and talked into the wee hours of the morning, discussing our hopes, dreams and fears of
this trip. 6:00 am comes early when you have only fallen asleep at around 4:00 am. Groggily we crawled out of bed, did the final checks, of luggage,
got dressed, sent the kids to school and ourselves to work.
The day dragged by, like when you are at work, and have a ton to do, but none of it is what you really want to do. Every 15 minutes we emailed each
other, “Is it time to leave now? How ‘bout now?” Finally the clocked said 4:00 pm, we could leave work, both of us speed home like our house was on
fire. Hurriedly we ran into the house changed into our pajama’s for comfort on the drive, hugged, kissed and promised to call our children made
promises of the gifts we would return with and jumped into the car.
The first thing we realized that we didn’t plan oh to well for was our departure time. Now Saskatoon isn’t a big metropolis or anything like that,
but we do have rush hour traffic. The biggest hurdle in driving in Saskatoon is the horrific drivers. Either everyone has gotten their license form
a small town with a population of 8, or they are 150 years old and should not be driving anymore. I looked over at Todd as we were waiting at a red
light, for what seemed forever (in actuality it was probably only 2 light cycles), and noticed the vain in his temple starting to throb. This is
always a sure sign that he is going to loose his mind. “We should get something to eat” I blurted out before I could stop myself. “No, behind
schedule already, we need to make up time” he replied. My theory behind stopping for food was two fold. I was absolutely starving, it is almost a
perpetual state for me, and I also thought that if I could raise his blood sugar to a normal level, it might stop the vein in his temple from
exploding as it now looked like a rope coiled under the surface of his skin. “I think you will feel better if we get something substantial now, and
then just snack along the way”. I got his special look, and tried to give my version of the special look; although I’m sure I looked like an absolute
half witted marooon. After many words back and forth and promises of a 5 minute stop max, we pulled over at a subway, just on the outskirts of town.
I quickly ran in and wouldn’t you know it, every single person from the age of 5 – 105 was at this store ordering, much to the dismay of the SINGLE,
person working there. I looked down at my watch, and back out to the car, I could see Todd, tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel. How was I to
get in and out of here in 5 minutes? I knew it was an impossible feat, so I decided no matter what he said when I returned I would stay calm, and
make him think it was only 5 minutes. Twenty minutes later it was finally my turn, I practically screamed my order at the poor sub maker and waited,
I got our order and ran out to the car, expecting a “What in the hell took so long?” I got in the car, barely closed the door when the car was
backing out of the parking stall, quickly I unwrapped the sub and handed it to him, noticing that the vain was slightly large than when I had left.
Todd took a huge bite chewed, took a drink of his Coke, looked at me and smiled and said, “Thank you honey, it was just what I needed”.
Now when we originally printed off our directions from MapPoint, we had chosen the quickest route from Saskatoon to Cabo the reason being, is neither
one of us has any patients. We want what we want now, not later. Both of us had skimmed he directions, not overly concerned on what they had to say,
figured we would read it as we drove along. The most difficult portion of the trip seemed to be near San Diego, when you leave the I15 and get onto
the I5 to enter Tijuana. We had been driving along for about an hour, when Todd asked If I wanted to do some driving, so that he could rest and then
do some driving later on. We pulled over, made a quick switch, and Todd picked up our mammoth binder of directions. “All we have to do is turn just
before/after we get into Medicine Hat, I’m sure we will find the turnoff, they are bound to have signs saying Canadian/Us Border this way”. Utterly
confident we speed away in the dark.
Now I’m not the most confident driver when the roads are icy, and it is dark outside, after about half an hour of my driving at 100 km/hr (exactly the
speed limit), Todd couldn’t take it anymore, and had me pull over so that he could drive, till we got to the US, he promised the road’s would be
better there, and I would feel better driving on them in the dark. After all the excitement of the past day and a half, I promptly fell asleep.
After a few hours had passed, Todd woke me up. We were in Medicine Hat, Alberta; did the directions say anything about where to turn? Try as we
might we could not find the street we were to turn on we only had one choice, ask where we were. I know that both of us were feeling a little
apprehensive now. Good God, we hadn’t even left Canada yet and we were lost!!!! Todd got out at a gas station, filled the car with gas and got
detailed directions on where we were to go. Back in the car, and the race is on. The road was only half a block away, thank God, so we were back on
our path of adventure.
Going through the US border was no problem, it was around 2:30 in the morning, I think the boarder crossing guard, was just to lazy to get out of his
booth to check our vehicle, looked at our passports and off we went. I drove for awhile, and when we got to Idaho, I needed to pull over in the
mountains for a pee break. Let me tell you, it was another moment when I wished I could pee like a man; it wasn’t much warmer than it was at home,
and I literally froze my butt off!
I’m not sure about any of you, but Utah, is not my favorite state. I do not want to offend anyone from Utah, but man oh man, does that state go on
for ever. When driving it I feel like it takes about ľ of our driving time just to get through Utah.
We finally pulled in to Vegas, and needed to seriously stretch our legs. It was February 13th now around 6:00 pm, and we had been driving for 24
hours straight. We drove down the strip, as neither one of us had ever been to Vegas, and it was something we both wanted to see. We found a parking
lot, parked the car and went for a walk. Now having drove for 24 hours straight, we looked a sight, both of us had food stains all over our clothes,
and probably seriously smelled like a dead rotting carcass, strangely enough people didn’t even look at us twice, although I did notice that know one
got overly close to us either!!! After about an hour of walking around, we figured that we should get back in the car, as Todd’s Aunt and Uncle were
expecting us at their house in Palm Desert. Little did we know that traffic from Vegas, to California is as crazy as it is. Todd is a real pro
driver though and got us to his Aunt’s and Uncle’s house in record time.
I have to had it to his Aunt and Uncle, the welcomed us with huge hugs, (even though we really smelt), a big glass of wine, a wonderful sit down meal,
shower and then a soak in their hot tub. I was content to stay there forever. As we were having our wine in the hot tub, I looked over at Todd and
could see that he looked like how I felt. We decided to hit the sack, as we were planning to be on the road first thing in the morning.
We awoke to the smell of fresh coffee, and toast, not the way we usually wake up at home, with 4 children clomping around the house in what I swear
are heavy army boots on the tile and hardwood floor. Aunty made us breakfast, and a lunch, while Todd and his Uncle figured the best way for us to
get to Tijuana. With many hugs and a promise to stay with them for a few days on our way home, we jumped in the car with our lunches and headed for
the border.
If we thought we were excited leaving Canada, let me tell you, we were about as annoying as a bunch of kids let loose in Santa’s work shop. I was
bouncing in my chair, and felt like my heart was going to explode, Todd had a big ass grin on his face, we could see the ocean!!
Finally the signs started showing up, dire warnings of what will happen to you if you bring firearms into Mexico, Beware of children and mothers
crossing the highway, the anticipation was going to kill us. Then finally we saw the border sign, there was a bit of a wait so we took some pictures.
Finally the traffic started moving, with great anticipation we were thrust into Tijuana, and suddenly, we were in downtown Tijuana, with car’s honking
at us, and we had no idea where to go or where we were. “Quick look at the directions, where are we suppose to be?” Todd asked, with a note of panic
in his voice. “I’m looking I’m looking, I can’t find anything”. We both looked at each other and realized we were royally screwed, we were lost in
Tijuana. I knew that we needed to get Visa’s, knew that we needed to get onto Highway 1, but had no idea how to accomplish this, was this the end of
our adventure, would we ever get to Cabo?
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[Edited on 3-26-2007 by Bajagypsy]
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Todd driving in Utah
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Alicia at border
[Edited on 3-25-2007 by Bajagypsy]
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Got me goin, wheres' Part Three?????
Happiness is just a Baja memory away...
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You look so excited, as if you are about to jump right out of your skin!
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Enjoying the story---NEXT???
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Fun to read, Gypsy!!
Don't keep us in suspense....
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Great writing! I feel (maybe wish) I was in the car with you. I want to hear more please.
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I have never looked as forward to a trip report installment as much as I await your next one here. I love the stories of the first timer. I remember
the first time I drove across the border into Tijuana - we were instantly lost. But it didn't matter so much as we didn't really have a clear idea
where we were going anyway - we were just aiming for a southern direction wherever that would lead. As soon as I overcame the stress enough after I
turned onto a slightly less hectic street, I turned on the radio, and The Lonely Bull stared to play as if on cue. It was surreal.
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Bravo! Can't wait for more.
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I’m not sure about any of you, but Utah, is not my favorite state. I do not want to offend anyone from Utah, but man oh man, does that state go on
for ever. When driving it I feel like it takes about ľ of our driving time just to get through Utah.
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That how I felt about Nebraska on the few occasions that I drove on I80 from California to New England in my 67 vw bug. You keep drinking coffee every
time you get tired but after about 36 hours no amount of caffeine seems to make any difference. You just gotta sleep.
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I have stayed up 'til midnight waiting for the next part! Hurry up, it's great writing.
My motto:
Never let a Dragon pass by without pulling its tail!
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| Quote: | Originally posted by Bajagypsy
The night before our trip was a busy one for us, so much to do, and as per usual we had procrastinated until the very last moment. The weather
outside was horrendous, snow, blowing snow, -30 Degrees Celsius. Todd was trying to do the necessary vehicle maintenance for a trip that long, I was
packing for children and ourselves, buying groceries, and assuring four somewhat sad children that yes we would return. Exhausted we finally fell
into bed, expecting sleep to just over come us. After about an hour of lying there Todd finally asked “You asleep?” “No”, I practically yelled, “I’m
so excited, I feel like a child at Christmas time!” We talked and talked into the wee hours of the morning, discussing our hopes, dreams and fears of
this trip. 6:00 am comes early when you have only fallen asleep at around 4:00 am. Groggily we crawled out of bed, did the final checks, of luggage,
got dressed, sent the kids to school and ourselves to work.
The day dragged by, like when you are at work, and have a ton to do, but none of it is what you really want to do. Every 15 minutes we emailed each
other, “Is it time to leave now? How ‘bout now?” Finally the clocked said 4:00 pm, we could leave work, both of us speed home like our house was on
fire. Hurriedly we ran into the house changed into our pajama’s for comfort on the drive, hugged, kissed and promised to call our children made
promises of the gifts we would return with and jumped into the car.
The first thing we realized that we didn’t plan oh to well for was our departure time. Now Saskatoon isn’t a big metropolis or anything like that,
but we do have rush hour traffic. The biggest hurdle in driving in Saskatoon is the horrific drivers. Either everyone has gotten their license form
a small town with a population of 8, or they are 150 years old and should not be driving anymore. I looked over at Todd as we were waiting at a red
light, for what seemed forever (in actuality it was probably only 2 light cycles), and noticed the vain in his temple starting to throb. This is
always a sure sign that he is going to loose his mind. “We should get something to eat” I blurted out before I could stop myself. “No, behind
schedule already, we need to make up time” he replied. My theory behind stopping for food was two fold. I was absolutely starving, it is almost a
perpetual state for me, and I also thought that if I could raise his blood sugar to a normal level, it might stop the vein in his temple from
exploding as it now looked like a rope coiled under the surface of his skin. “I think you will feel better if we get something substantial now, and
then just snack along the way”. I got his special look, and tried to give my version of the special look; although I’m sure I looked like an absolute
half witted marooon. After many words back and forth and promises of a 5 minute stop max, we pulled over at a subway, just on the outskirts of town.
I quickly ran in and wouldn’t you know it, every single person from the age of 5 – 105 was at this store ordering, much to the dismay of the SINGLE,
person working there. I looked down at my watch, and back out to the car, I could see Todd, tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel. How was I to
get in and out of here in 5 minutes? I knew it was an impossible feat, so I decided no matter what he said when I returned I would stay calm, and
make him think it was only 5 minutes. Twenty minutes later it was finally my turn, I practically screamed my order at the poor sub maker and waited,
I got our order and ran out to the car, expecting a “What in the hell took so long?” I got in the car, barely closed the door when the car was
backing out of the parking stall, quickly I unwrapped the sub and handed it to him, noticing that the vain was slightly large than when I had left.
Todd took a huge bite chewed, took a drink of his Coke, looked at me and smiled and said, “Thank you honey, it was just what I needed”.
Now when we originally printed off our directions from MapPoint, we had chosen the quickest route from Saskatoon to Cabo the reason being, is neither
one of us has any patients. We want what we want now, not later. Both of us had skimmed he directions, not overly concerned on what they had to say,
figured we would read it as we drove along. The most difficult portion of the trip seemed to be near San Diego, when you leave the I15 and get onto
the I5 to enter Tijuana. We had been driving along for about an hour, when Todd asked If I wanted to do some driving, so that he could rest and then
do some driving later on. We pulled over, made a quick switch, and Todd picked up our mammoth binder of directions. “All we have to do is turn just
before/after we get into Medicine Hat, I’m sure we will find the turnoff, they are bound to have signs saying Canadian/Us Border this way”. Utterly
confident we speed away in the dark.
Now I’m not the most confident driver when the roads are icy, and it is dark outside, after about half an hour of my driving at 100 km/hr (exactly the
speed limit), Todd couldn’t take it anymore, and had me pull over so that he could drive, till we got to the US, he promised the road’s would be
better there, and I would feel better driving on them in the dark. After all the excitement of the past day and a half, I promptly fell asleep.
After a few hours had passed, Todd woke me up. We were in Medicine Hat, Alberta; did the directions say anything about where to turn? Try as we
might we could not find the street we were to turn on we only had one choice, ask where we were. I know that both of us were feeling a little
apprehensive now. Good God, we hadn’t even left Canada yet and we were lost!!!! Todd got out at a gas station, filled the car with gas and got
detailed directions on where we were to go. Back in the car, and the race is on. The road was only half a block away, thank God, so we were back on
our path of adventure.
Going through the US border was no problem, it was around 2:30 in the morning, I think the boarder crossing guard, was just to lazy to get out of his
booth to check our vehicle, looked at our passports and off we went. I drove for awhile, and when we got to Idaho, I needed to pull over in the
mountains for a pee break. Let me tell you, it was another moment when I wished I could pee like a man; it wasn’t much warmer than it was at home,
and I literally froze my butt off!
I’m not sure about any of you, but Utah, is not my favorite state. I do not want to offend anyone from Utah, but man oh man, does that state go on
for ever. When driving it I feel like it takes about ľ of our driving time just to get through Utah.
We finally pulled in to Vegas, and needed to seriously stretch our legs. It was February 13th now around 6:00 pm, and we had been driving for 24
hours straight. We drove down the strip, as neither one of us had ever been to Vegas, and it was something we both wanted to see. We found a parking
lot, parked the car and went for a walk. Now having drove for 24 hours straight, we looked a sight, both of us had food stains all over our clothes,
and probably seriously smelled like a dead rotting carcass, strangely enough people didn’t even look at us twice, although I did notice that know one
got overly close to us either!!! After about an hour of walking around, we figured that we should get back in the car, as Todd’s Aunt and Uncle were
expecting us at their house in Palm Desert. Little did we know that traffic from Vegas, to California is as crazy as it is. Todd is a real pro
driver though and got us to his Aunt’s and Uncle’s house in record time.
I have to had it to his Aunt and Uncle, the welcomed us with huge hugs, (even though we really smelt), a big glass of wine, a wonderful sit down meal,
shower and then a soak in their hot tub. I was content to stay there forever. As we were having our wine in the hot tub, I looked over at Todd and
could see that he looked like how I felt. We decided to hit the sack, as we were planning to be on the road first thing in the morning.
We awoke to the smell of fresh coffee, and toast, not the way we usually wake up at home, with 4 children clomping around the house in what I swear
are heavy army boots on the tile and hardwood floor. Aunty made us breakfast, and a lunch, while Todd and his Uncle figured the best way for us to
get to Tijuana. With many hugs and a promise to stay with them for a few days on our way home, we jumped in the car with our lunches and headed for
the border.
If we thought we were excited leaving Canada, let me tell you, we were about as annoying as a bunch of kids let loose in Santa’s work shop. I was
bouncing in my chair, and felt like my heart was going to explode, Todd had a big burro grin on his face, we could see the ocean!!
Finally the signs started showing up, dire warnings of what will happen to you if you bring firearms into Mexico, Beware of children and mothers
crossing the highway, the anticipation was going to kill us. Then finally we saw the border sign, there was a bit of a wait so we took some pictures.
Finally the traffic started moving, with great anticipation we were thrust into Tijuana, and suddenly, we were in downtown Tijuana, with car’s honking
at us, and we had no idea where to go or where we were. “Quick look at the directions, where are we suppose to be?” Todd asked, with a note of panic
in his voice. “I’m looking I’m looking, I can’t find anything”. We both looked at each other and realized we were royally screwed, we were lost in
Tijuana. I knew that we needed to get Visa’s, knew that we needed to get onto Highway 1, but had no idea how to accomplish this, was this the end of
our adventure, would we ever get to Cabo?
[Edited on 3-25-2007 by Bajagypsy]
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Sallysouth
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Bacquito, HUH???????
Happiness is just a Baja memory away...
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David K
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Yah, no kidding "huh?"...
Bacquito, welcome to Nomad... It appears that you hit 'quote' to quote Bajagypsey but didn't add any comments in the space below the quote. Otherwise,
hit 'Reply' or type into the 'Quick Reply' box to respond with your words without adding Bajagypsey's post.
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