California Bound!

Baja California, that is.

We are now in Mexico and officially on our adventures. Frances drove us over the border yesterday morning, and we are currently residing in the Frat-Boy favourite town of Ensenada. Lots of shops selling cheap pharmaceuticals and cuban cigars, and US-style bars with fully-fledged gift shops so that you can prove you got drunk there. But we don't care - this is Mexico, with the sun and the Pacific Ocean and the mountains and Quesedillas for breakfast.
The mountain scenery has been magnificent, particularly when driving along the border. Pictures will follow once we remember the connectors and things.
Our first stab at a border crossing was on Thursday night. We flew down to San Diego, with the aim of picking up a rental car and crossing the border at Tecate - a civilised little village with a brewery - rather than the hotbed of sin that constitues Tijuana. The only constraint was the the crossing closed at midnight. But our flight got in at 8pm, so we weren't worried.
A catologue of delays ensued - the flight was late, the Thrifty car rental staff were operating at half speed, and there turned out to virtually no road signs. Still, by the time we made it to the crossing it was still only 11pm. Actually, 11.03 and those three minutes made all the difference. The guide books had let us down - and Tecate had just closed. So we found ourselves stranded miles from the nearest border crossing, hotel, tourist information centre or helpful bystander. Still, we had our big California-style Ford Taurus, and we were on an adventure. No turning back for us.
Stay tuned for the conclusion of this exciting tale. It's getting dark, and another night in Ensenada beckons. Love to all.