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LAUWE - For your convenience your correspondent went to
Mexico to check the place out and warn our readers about the dangers and
seductions of the life accross the border. Our tour started in Los Angeles, the city of angels. Two of the angels choose me to join them in their little adventure. From there on our road led to the Mexican border. If we would have looked closer to the trees, we would have noticed the fruit in the trees were not grenade apples. But we were too excited about this new exotic country to notice anything. We should have been warned though, by the thousands of signboards saying "Attention ! Five more exits before entering Mexico !" "Take your insurance for Mexico HERE !". We even ignored the one that said "Last chance to avoid Mexico" and queued for the borderline. We were still unaware of the dangers that awaited us. We barely passed the border, or we had to pull over to our
right. Seems that you need extra insurance for this wild country.
We should have realized something then but... we were still careless.
Mark was immediately abducted by a cheerful Mexican guy and he didn't really
seemed to mind. Mark came back with car keys and insurance papers and we were ready for the adventure. Fearless we went on - slalomming between slums and seaside. My angels really wanted nothing but the best for me. They booked a room in an excellent ship. It was one of the biggest ships I had ever seen and I've been told it was unsinkable ! I was really touched by their thoughtfullness !
We went to the boat and checked in right away. Of course we roamed around the ship for a while to take pictures. You know how we are !!
We got worried when we were seated and the waiter asked if we would order or wait for our third man. He had only one hand and one leg and he wore a red bandana to hide he had a situation with his left eye. We got a shock. Where was Mark ???
It was absolute terror ! Maxime found no other way out then to jump into the Pacific... Mark held my hand for several hours but finally he had to let go of me...
Ah, and now I remember the name of the boat... Titanic, that was it ! To our great relief we were saved by a
young lad who came saling by with his great ship, the Santa Maria.
Thanks, Christopher ! Anyway, we had a big problem : no more hotel ! We rang the tourism board and they advised us one of the hotels in Rosarito. It was only a few miles away and on the way we stopped to buy pot but we didn't look around for long as it was alreaedy getting dark. The road to Rosarito was very jammed by party gals and girls and we praised ourselves for having made reservations. The police was preparing for the night. They made a really good impression on us ! It looked as if they really were concerned about security. All the police cars were roofless and the cops were just standing on the back seat with their kalashnikovs ready to use. We felt very safe !! Besides that they were blocking a few streets with green/black ribbons and we wondered why they didn't do it in our country too ! Soon we found our hotel. As we thought it was already full and a lot of young people were drinking ; the early birds already were drunk. Again we were impressed by the sense of security there in Mexico. There were no less then four security guards who were drugged (probably to keep them happy). We got a paper bracelet and a key to our room. We thought the bracelet was for the swimming pool. We ran up the stairs to discover our newly checked-in rooms. *surprise* It was already inhabited by aboriginals ! We could see it were aboriginals because they were drinking corona, eating nachos and watching football. We went back to the reception and we explained that we wanted to withdraw from the roomsharing part of the agreement. The maîtresse d'hôtel stayed stiffheaded but I winked at the hotelowner and he reimboursed almost the whole amount and let us go.
We got in the car and drove northwards. We thought we drove north because we didn't see the sun ahead of us. It was a strong clue, but we were not sure because we didn't see any signposts saying "San Diego" or "The Ustated Nites" or "Outta here". In fact there were no signposts at all. It's a sort of strategy of the Mexicans : keep the tourists inside for as long as possible. We drove around and around. And around and around. And suddenly we saw long queues ! This could only mean one thing : the exit ! While we were waiting to go out, people were selling ice cream, lemon, eggs and children. We were strong enough to resist. Finally it was our turn. The officer knocked on the window and Maxime let it down.
He put his head in the car. "What have you done here ?" "Visiting
hotels." While asking questions he looked at our face as if he was
trying to find out which one of us was lying. ![]() |