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I entered Tijuana. The transition with San Diego and the USA in general were brutal. I believed to find me in Asia so much the standard of living is lower than that in the USA. Mud, dilapidated houses and people wandering from here & there. My purpose was to go to take money at ATM's HSBC which was not open. I waited up to 9 a.m. Alas I had inopportunely stopped my truck at wrong side, a policeman told it me and asked me for my documents. I answered him that I was French by showing the stickers which I had put on my truck. He smiles and made me it arranged in right side, warm welcome. I left Tijuana in the rain by the autopista de peaje #1D to head to Ensenada.
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The highway skirts a steep coast in rolling mountains in splendid landscapes in spite of the bad weather. Traffic was sparse. I entered the city in the late morning to collect booklets in Visitor Center. Having emptied the refrigerator to enter Mexico I was to make supply to lunch. I went to Wal-Mart. My marks had me to be found because all is in Spanish and the products are adapted to the Mexican taste. Finally I ate around 3 p.m.! I had decided before to take Spanish courses at Ensenada and I had found on Internet the Center of Language which had given me an address of a camp-site in downtown area, Campo Playa. I went there, I was very disappointed, muddy, no warm water and no electricity. Consequently I was going to get in touch with the school where I collected other addresses. But in cause of despair at the fallen night I found myself on the carpark of Wal-Mart, tomorrow will be another day.
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| The coast from the autopista de peaje #1D |
On Friday, January 11 I took again the inventory of RV-parks at Ensenada and in the surroundings. Result always so disappointing, infrastructures of RV-parks of Canada and the USA were already far away. By chance beside a poor camp-site at the northern entry the city I found the Motel California RV & Villas which has two sites with electricity 110 volts-30 amps and a hot shower in a bungalow. I rented one for a month. Alas I will be constrained to going to “school” with my truck, too far and too sloping by bicycle. Once again I lunched around 3 p.m.
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| California RV Park | |
The day of Saturday was entirely devoted to writing pages layout of my website to close the journey in the USA and to initialize that one in Mexico.
