Mrs. Director's mother came into town, so Mrs. Director and I took advantage of our overnight babysitter and headed out of town. Having only 24 hours to burn we thought about Vegas (been there, done that), Catalina (it's like Newport, except on an island), and finally settled on a San Diego/Tijuana jaunt since after living here seven years, we need to be able to say we have been to TJ at least ONCE. After getting some TJ pointers and advice from Calblog, Mad Mikey, and Citizen Smash, I decided to take the plunge.
We pointed the car south and were at the border in about two hours. The odometer registered only 100 miles, and it's something of a shock to realize how close I really live to the border, although my gardener would tell me it's quite reachable by foot.
We parked in the very convenient $7 lot on the U.S. side - it's lighted, has security cameras, and guards patrolling on bikes (not that anyone should be worried about leaving their car unattended near the border or anything). We took the tour bus - MEXICOACH - from the parking lot, which is HIGHLY recommended. This red bus picks you up at the lot, wisks you through the express car lane at the border, and drops you at the main tourist drag for the grand total of $2.50. Of course that's the cost of two and a half beers in Mexico, but money well spent.
Actually, the bus doesn't really "stop" going into Mexico, it just slows down to 45 mph. The bored looking guard that waved us through didn't even glance at the bus. Illegal aliens and terrorists are not a concern of the Mexican border police.
After the border the bus takes you a few miles to the main tourist drag, Revolution Avenue, or as the locals like to say, Avenida de Revolucion. This area has about five blocks of shopping and eating. Strike that. It is one block of shopping and eating repeated five times. Each block contains the following:
Two Drug Stores - Drugs are cheaper in Mexico, but not dirt cheap. We elbowed our way passed senior citizens buying Lipitor and looked into a few prescriptions we use, but they were more expensive than the co-pay on our insurance plans. The other deal, however, is that you can buy drugs there without showing a prescription, so we saw plenty of guys buying Viagra - maybe they were heading to the local brothels later? (if so I hoped they picked up some penicillin as well). We picked up some antibiotics ourselves to have in the house without having to go through the hassle of a prescription.
One Zebra-Painted Burro - I don't get this, but every damn block had a burro painted as a zebra where you could get your picture taken. I guess if you were very, very drunk it might make sense, and we saw plenty of drunk Americans.
One Liquor Store - Liquor isn't a bargain unless it is made in Mexico, so Kahlua and tequila is it. All the other liquor they have is the same or more expensive than Costco. One item that is WAY cheaper is Vanilla (sold at the liquor stores, but other shops as well), which Mrs. Director notes is five dollars for a tiny bottle in the States, but about $3 a gallon there.
Three Cheezy Souvenir Shops - T-shirts, shot glasses, sombreros, moraccas, the usual tourist schlock.
Two "Silver" Shops - Will it turn your finger green? How pure is it really? It's one of the mysteries and suspense of buying in TJ. In addition there are two guys walking around with silver chains on their arm offering to sell to anyone they get within arm's length.
Three Bars/Restaurants - Eating and drinking establishments range from tacky American tourist specials (Hard Rock Cafe) to strip clubs (the barkers will try to get you in even if you in the company of a female) to little hole in the wall eateries. Nearly all of them have a barker out front ("Free beer for the lady!", "You want a free tequila shot?", "We have been holding a seat just for you!") . We actually found one of the hidden gems of the strip, Especiale, which is in the basement of a little shopping center and a bit hard to find since, thank goodness, they have no barker. It was a little more expensive than the dirt cheap fare at street level, but worth the nice ambiance.
0.5 Artisan Shops - There are shops that sell quality fare, but they are a little hard to find as shown by my fractional estimate of their frequency. But with a little hunting and patience you can find them. Mrs. Director came back with some really pretty, color, ceramic serving plates that she has seen in the States for over $150 dollars, but got for about 1/5 of that (after we bargained for a while - all my fellow bloggers told me to haggle over everything).
We took MEXICOACH back, which again is HIGHLY recommended. The border crossing back had a three mile line of cars trying to get into the Sates, but the bus goes to a special lane right up to immigration where everyone gets off the bus and into line. Immigration was perfunctory and faster than anything I have ever experienced in an airport. They took a glance at my license, asked me my nationality, and waved me through. They didn't even check my bags for what I was carrying (which included one contraband Cuban cigar since
my smuggling trips to Korea are over for the time being). Five minutes later we were back on the bus, which dropped us off at the parking lot.
The time from when we left our car until we got back was five hours. We shopped, ate, drank, and had a good time. One afternoon and early evening was the right amount of time to spend in TJ. While it was fun, I am not sure we would do it again, but at least we can now say "
been there, done that."