A big breakfast, after big packing, was the first agenda item today. We had a huge amount of credit in the restaurant, so we ordered everything which was a big mistake because Americans expect possibly two-three times the serving size we are used to. We had to use up some credit so our host organised some club sandwiches for us “to go”.
We picked the car up from valet after some very basic LV souvenir shopping. After a lesson in fueling the car up with “gas” at the service station we were on the I-15 (Interstate 15) heading south and towards SoCal – or Southern California to those who aren’t hip enough to know that. We got off the I-15 onto the I-215S and somehow ended up back on the I-15 before merging onto the last leg, the I-805. After a massive sh!*fight avoiding the Mexican border-crossing we eventually got our car into a secure car park. After parking and restroom stops, we were notified the shuttle to our destination, Playa de Rosarito, was not running today.
Walking across the border we were wondering when we were going to cross passport control. But before we knew it, Apart from the machine-gun armed immigration officer hiding in a bush, we were already on the streets of Tijuana (roughly pronounced tee-wana) and being harassed. We got in a cab and travelled at breakneck speed whilst dodging potholes, the 18mi through the hills to the playas – beaches – of northern Baja (ba-ha).
Recepcion over and welcome margaritas down we enjoyed a sunset on the penthouse pool deck. Getting a shock from the sharp drop in temperature from the Mojave Desert, a room party ensued followed with some after hours shenanigans. . .



