Fear And Loathing In Baja

A sense of excitement and attention takes over as I cross the border from San Diego into Tijuana at 5:30 a.m. At the gas station, I check all of the tires and fill up my 10 gallons of spare gas tanks. My camper is packed with enough food for two weeks of camping and surfing. All engines go.

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