Mr.FailedChad
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- Mar 6, 2023
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So, you want to get some pussy in Tijuas? Well, take it from this washed-up former monger. I'm going to go step-by-step so I suggest you get out Google Maps and follow along.
Getting across the border:
Before you can start laying massive pipe on hotties in "La Zona," first you got to get there. Your first destination is San Ysidro, California. Now, while you can get there using the trolley (it's the blue line), if you've got a car it's just better to drive down. Take the 5 South until you get to Exit 2 then make a left on Camino de la Plaza. This will take you past Las Américas (the giant mall) and to an area with a ton of parking. They're all good, but I personally recommend "Border Parking" which is located right across from "the Bridge." You'll know you're in the right place if you see a lot of Mexican families walking back toward the border with electronics, clothes and bedding that they bought in San Ysidro.
Now all you have to do is cross the bridge, walk toward the border, show the lady your passport, and boom! Now you're in Mexico.
Getting to "La Zona"
If you're looking for "boom-boom, sucky-fucky," then you're looking for La Zona Norte. You can walk there, but it's easier to just take a taxi. When you cross the border you will be led down a path which dumps you off at Avenida Frontera. There will be at all hours of the day a row of taxis with a man at the front directing passengers into them. Do not cut the line! Just go up to the nice man directing the taxis and, without even having to say anything to him, he will direct you to one. If you are gringo and male the taxi driver will probably already know where you want to go, but you can tell him "Zona Norte" or "Hong Kong." You won't pay him until you get there and he probably won't name for you a price (the taxi drivers know that gringos don't know how valuable their own money is), but give him $5 for the ride plus a tip.
Now for the good part . . .
You've made it. You can hear the beat emanating from the clubs, the large neon sign above Hong Kong shows scantily-clad women, there's a band playing live music right on the street, and the scent of tacos de adobada fills the air. Briefly you are stunned, only to quickly gain your resolve when you see a beautiful woman, wrapped in a red robe, briefly emerge from Hong Kong, leading a guy by the hand into the Hotel Cascadas. You remember what you came for.
Getting across the border:
Before you can start laying massive pipe on hotties in "La Zona," first you got to get there. Your first destination is San Ysidro, California. Now, while you can get there using the trolley (it's the blue line), if you've got a car it's just better to drive down. Take the 5 South until you get to Exit 2 then make a left on Camino de la Plaza. This will take you past Las Américas (the giant mall) and to an area with a ton of parking. They're all good, but I personally recommend "Border Parking" which is located right across from "the Bridge." You'll know you're in the right place if you see a lot of Mexican families walking back toward the border with electronics, clothes and bedding that they bought in San Ysidro.
Now all you have to do is cross the bridge, walk toward the border, show the lady your passport, and boom! Now you're in Mexico.
Getting to "La Zona"
If you're looking for "boom-boom, sucky-fucky," then you're looking for La Zona Norte. You can walk there, but it's easier to just take a taxi. When you cross the border you will be led down a path which dumps you off at Avenida Frontera. There will be at all hours of the day a row of taxis with a man at the front directing passengers into them. Do not cut the line! Just go up to the nice man directing the taxis and, without even having to say anything to him, he will direct you to one. If you are gringo and male the taxi driver will probably already know where you want to go, but you can tell him "Zona Norte" or "Hong Kong." You won't pay him until you get there and he probably won't name for you a price (the taxi drivers know that gringos don't know how valuable their own money is), but give him $5 for the ride plus a tip.
Now for the good part . . .
You've made it. You can hear the beat emanating from the clubs, the large neon sign above Hong Kong shows scantily-clad women, there's a band playing live music right on the street, and the scent of tacos de adobada fills the air. Briefly you are stunned, only to quickly gain your resolve when you see a beautiful woman, wrapped in a red robe, briefly emerge from Hong Kong, leading a guy by the hand into the Hotel Cascadas. You remember what you came for.
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