Hola Mexico

Another high point of the weekend was a bus trip to Tijuana, Mexico, organised through the resort.  We had thought of driving over the border but in hindsight that would have been more trouble than it was worth.  The place itself was a little like Bali without the beach atmosphere.  One hawker tried to sell Richie a large green lizard, but Richie wasn’t keen.  We were quite glad to find a Hard Rock Café and escape from the heat and the poverty for a while.  The Rosarito beach area though is beautiful, and we saw a lot from the bus that we wouldn’t have seen in a car.  We also wouldn’t have played Spanish Bingo on the terrace of a restaurant overlooking the Atlantic Ocean if we had driven ourselves.

 A New Zealander at that time staying in Southern California would probably in many cases feel compelled to visit San Diego’s Yacht Club, after the recent Kiwi triumph in the America’s Cup, but instead we walked around the city and ate at the second of four Planet Hollywoods we were to visit on that trip.