Mexico ... well Tijuana at least

It's odd, something of an identity crisis where two economies, two cultures, two times clash viciously and desperate not to give.

Tijuana is a shit hole filled with leeches, vices and fast food. Tonight we could have watched a donkey fuck a woman for $US70 - it was there on the street for us to buy, to consume like a hot dog between sunglasses and burritos. I am frightened, I feel lonely but I feel comfortable in the middle of all this hurly.

I am with company, with compadres and we are well together. We get moody, I get moody at least and I know I push them away but we are here, in Mexico together and that really is enough for the moment.

We're trying to push on Baja Spur, Santa Rosaria perhaps, somewhere below the 28th parallel. Where we go forward another hour, or another hour away. Another hour closer to nothing, which is maybe what we are looking for.