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In Ensenada

February 10th, 2010 Leave a comment Go to comments

I spent my first night in Mexico in a hooker hotel.  I was one of only a few quests not paying for his bed by the hour.  While I didn’t know this until the following morning, El Conquistador Gentlemen’s Club, directly across the street from my hotel and visible from my room window, should have given me some indication that I wasn’t amongst the prudish or celibate.  Additionally, all manner of meds available in the States only by prescription could be had at any one of the many pharmacies outnumbered only by bars and nightclubs.  Viagra, natch, being the most popular and boldly advertised – ten bucks for the real deal or just five for the generic.  What!?  Since when was this magic available in generic!?  But, I digress… 

Welcome to Ensenada.   If Baja California is a gringo playground, Ensenada serves as its southernmost outpost.  Here dollars are accepted as readily as pesos, English is commonplace, reservations are verboten, and inhibitions are abandoned.  Ensenada appears on the cruise-ship circuit.  This cursed blessing brings boatloads of money into the local economy but irreparably alters its identity and authenticity.   The cruise-shippers, for their part, get to return home to their cul-de-sacs duped into believing they actually visited a foreign country and meet the natives.

I happened into Ensenada between two cruise-ship visits and missed them both.  The town was relatively quiet and peaceful, the bars empty, and hotel rooms, hookers and johns notwithstanding, mostly vacant.

“Too bad for you,” Rudy the bartender told me.  “We got ones come in Thursday… thousands of peoples.”

“Thousands huh? Ahh”  I replied. “Not my scene at all buddy.”  I’m riding a motorcycle solo across six countries; crowds clearly ain’t my thing.  Besides, I’ve got to get movin’ and don’t care to wait around on cruise-shippers.

“You like this scene.”

“Yeah? How’s that?”

“Lots of young womens from L.A., thousands on two ships.  They come here to get drunk,  party, have good times.  Walk around with they tatas out.”

“Hmmm… Thursday huh?”

I left the next morning.

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  • http://www.CleverKoala.com Mike Lewis

    Haha, Jim, you got me looking forward to the next post every time now. Love the detail in describing the cultural details. Don’t suppose you got any pics to post?

  • http://www.deathbymisadventure.com Mike

    Haha, Jim, you got me looking forward to the next post every time now. Love the detail in describing the cultural details. Don’t suppose you got any pics to post?

  • Jim

    Hey Mike,

    Glad you’re enjoying my posts. I have a few pics that I took with my iPhone. I don’t have a proper digital camera – never bothered to travel with one. I’ll see how the ones on the phone look. Thanks again for inviting me to contribute to your site.

    Regards,
    Jim

    P.S. Now I know what a “bootlegger” turn is.

  • Jim

    Hey Mike,

    Glad you’re enjoying my posts. I have a few pics that I took with my iPhone. I don’t have a proper digital camera – never bothered to travel with one. I’ll see how the ones on the phone look. Thanks again for inviting me to contribute to your site.

    Regards,
    Jim

    P.S. Now I know what a “bootlegger” turn is.