Tales of the American Jet-set

I tried to go into Mexico Sunday night as UCSD was on spring break, and I thought it'd be pretty wild. After pulling a fourteen hour workday I was beat. The next day I decided to finally check it out. I parked near the border then took a shuttle across. It's funny the exhaust and haze that hangs over Mexican border towns. I did some shopping and snapped some pictures. It was a warm and sunny afternoon and on my way back to the bus a man outside a "gentleman's club" tried to lure me in. I looked at my watch and became curious about what went on in a Tijuana strip club at 2pm on a Monday. The answer, stripping.

The next day was a workday in Pomona, which was thankfully uneventful. I decided to head back that afternoon as I had tired of suburban SoCal and was anxious to get back north. After another long day of driving I vowed to fly the next time I headed to the city of Angels, actors, and asphalt.