Mexico!

Seven weeks ago, on the ferry from Crofton, BC to Saltspring, a guy named Stewart gave me some money to by myself a beer when I got to Mexico. Yesterday I enjoyed that beer in Tijuana.

OK, so Tijuana is hardly Mexico. It's more an American shopping district than anything else, where Americans come to purchase cheap booze, pharmaceuticals and breast implants; as soon as you cross the border you are faced with a sprawling mass of dental offices, medical clinics, pharmacies and liquor stores. But technically, after 2,750km of riding, I made it to Baja California.

I would have liked to have made it further into Mexico, but the more people I talked to the more I was dissuaded from my objective. And so, much to the relief of my parents, I decided it was best to hang out here in San Diego, enjoy what this city has to offer and only make a day trip to the border. And Tijuana is not all bad! There was a certain appeal that gave me a taste and interest for another trip further down the Pacific Coast.

I have a couple more days here in San Diego before I make my way to NY. I have found myself a surf partner who I am headed out with for a second time this afternoon and a few other cyclists that I met on the road have gathered here in San Diego over the past few days. We will definitely get in a few beers before we all head back to our respective corners of the globe or continue south along the coast.