After the long trip from Chihuahua to Tijuana we use to relax a bit (... a ?...), little so walking in the bike at the quiet town of Rosarito gave us a holiday (... that ?...) of routine work to pay the bills. We packed down in the house of Leo and his flia, guitar for the evening before the fire in your backyard, facing the Pacific North Vientito feel that distance. Take this opportunity to make some designs in shirts, play with the girls and to see Boca sit well at home in a TV giant. The renowned Tijuana were only a couple of times for several hours. The first of these was his side tragicomico.
Some time ago we talked with our friends in Colombia, "the July" and "poly", friends who met in Cartagena de Indias, on stage harder "Flag" . That December of '07, we reached the bottom and spent more than a week on the beach, living among the palm trees, swimming in the Caribbean and eating delicious bread and butter now give more flavor to my noodles with cream.
At that time we met four friends who allowed us to stay in his apartment several times, where to get off to the pool facing the Caribbean, taking a matecito, was to thank. So we became partners and surfing the wave of the universe we met in Tijuana with one of them. Poli
Juli and nurses went to work to Los Angeles for a year and because of Tijuana are only two hours nothing else, we are in ourselves, but for the days we reach the point further north from Latin America, the Poly lucky he got a trip to Hawaii so Juli patch came on behalf of Colombia. We went to look
Juli Tijuana who came to visit just for the weekend and last went to see the picture that Charles Moye had shown us, that horrible about paranoid, dark, impenetrable steel, that even the desire to tear it down which shifts the sea she resists.
between losses and losses amount to the beaches of Tijuana are far away from what is cultural and commercial funnel is the city.
We met with the wall of shame, the chickens, the "do not know, but it must be worse than me I come from England to bring purity in this wilderness. "I could not watch it, I remember that I rather stare at the tenderness of the Pacific, even for custom hand he managed to find my camera bag, remove it from its case, turn, aim and shoot. Nothing ... and suddenly a "useless" commands me to drop my guitar, I got up immediately ... "are under arrest!"
"But fuck it ... just not everything you rob the people , yet the pain of the dirty business of the Frenchy baro grab the slightest effort, selling crap to the north and now to serve those who are coming to arrest us ... we must see ... "
When I play, Raúl was already standing and one of" them " she clasped her hands to handcuff him. I get up faster than kung fu and guitar in hand stop the sequence. We wanted to get handcuffed, head down ... two hippies and a Colombian on the border ... look kids ... this is going to happen if you think. stunned families watched the mambo of the illegitimate authority dye surreal, send in Mexico. I suddenly
blood boiled and Cabrera was more than ever, ... I drop my guitar and my partner is going to be handcuffed! .. Not doing anything and you have no authority to disrespect thereby ... Let's talk ... We leave the beach walking three, escorted by police in front of me kept his distance guarantor bark.
accepted to be reviewed and questioned by these coxcombs used to come up with a frightened people.
suddenly interrupted my manifesto ...
- What are these pills? -
-Loratadine ... for allergy-
"Oh ... because you are allergic ...-
- ...... -
"Answer it! ..--A police
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found nothing, did not know what to do, wanted revenge, were unauthorized and did not know because to keep detainees. The July that it was only for a day, being Colombian, was quiet, called her aside to try to get information or do not know hollywood and very relaxed situation resolved. Expensábamos mietras us a little politics en nuestras cuerdas y... nos llevaron al "bote" pues!..
Fuimos a la Comisaria a hablar con el Juez y poner un poquito en practica la parla. Hasta la Marimba cayó presa. Los presos apoyaban nuestra causa, y en unos minutos con el Jefe salimos con la frente en alto por el pasillo frente a los vigilantes.
*Rasta Revolución. 
Jóvenes rebeldes,
abrazad a vuestra cultura,
y no te quedes ahí gesticulando,
la batalla será muy dura y no tendrás pena,
paso por la calle 1,
y cuando llego a la calle 2,
observed,
and I get to the third,
and speak with a rebel in the fourth, the fifth
jump a fence in the sixth,
I have to reach the street 7, rebel
21 miles from home ,
is a long road to be traveled to get home,
no matter what the world says,
never going to be wrong,
as light and sunny day we have things our way.
Natty Dread, Bob Marley n 'the Wailers
We return to ...
Rosarito We went with the family and the Easter Sunday we said goodbye to this beautiful family. They were to happen in family and we Juli us again to Tijuana, back to Los Angeles. 
* We gave the turkey in a few days more we use them in years, there you go ... (the laburantes che ...) 
A farewell to think seriously for long summers for only a few days. It turns out that despite the situation of the police Juli days later decided to join on our way to Cabo San Lucas. But that Sunday, homeless but not wanting to stay in Tijuana Rosarito but we returned to the Hotel de Mil Estrellas, pork roast, turkey new mates in the sound of the sea.
Monday and started looking for a place to stay. We needed to make more shirts to start our long trek home. Sold in the mall and all we asked for a place to sleep. In the afternoon, and looking at other options we rented a small room almost dark, humid and beds, by an eternal half, but were only a few seconds of skill of the lady tricked and get us there. Without losing his temper went to the Internet to make a "SOS flag" (which again issue below). Any contact these payments out to drive us out of hand.
From Veracruz, Martin I joined a conversation with her jarocha friend that lives in Ensenada, 100 km south of the State of Baja California. Between presentations from medical records
negotiate with Karla and Robert maintain cleanliness, not making much noise, and disengage in a week in exchange for getting up late in this paradise, cooking and sharing with those crazy few days. Geologists boys were preparing to take a few tests so the idea was not to distract. We left the internet
, we boarded the Falcon and take the exit to Ensenada. That to me meant not to return to Tijuana. I have the habit of always going forward.
As we got into the darkness of the "scenic road" (because these are all re windy inglish) bordering the south Pacific, surfaced a conversation we held telepathically.
Salir hacia el sur era olvidarse de Tijuana y mi compa se había quedado con ganas de darle chance aunque sea una noche a "la hembra de hembra". Nostalgia por partir sin vivir la tijuana y el tequila con las que soñamos alguna vez escuchando a Manu. Ahora creo que el mensaje era otro.
Emocionado pensaba en mi casa, en mi gente y en mi pueblo, en el campo con la familia y todas esas cosas que a uno le gustan, eran los primeros 100 km al sur, dejando atrás una meta que si bien unas horas no son suficientes para la mítica Tijuana, creo que estuve lo necesario y lo que algunas veces pensé que era un capricho se consolido como un premio, un merecido galardon.
De volada nos entendimos y siempre pensamos en el cambio, en conocer y en experiencias new. We
around 12 at night to the University of Ensenada, about our next meeting with embassy. Karla came, who guided us home, our home.
In the union of two mobile homes clinging to the mountainous coast live these two musicians, surfers, guitarists with a passion for music while expanding their knowledge about the planet in this city.
Ensenada has its charm as it did not sell the fresh coast to foreign investors but has very nice boardwalk in front of the cold sea of \u200b\u200bthe Pacific.
all at home in Ensenada, we are dedicated to prepare our finances for the long journey of 1700km across the Baja California desert Through a summer passes 40 degrees Celsius. We settled into the Wal Mart to Chamber in the warm climate of the coast where they became friends with the "car care" working on a voluntary and a pair of Uruguayans living as civilians there. We were treated to a homemade pizza matecito and hang out. 
* Right "the scorpion" flag shirt who bartered for glasses "scorpion" for Raul. 
Karla and Robert clearly speaks of fassss fass ... ... bolu ... thanks for the scale! Within three days we sold over 60 shirts and we got up for the Baja shirt and a ticket to pull us back into the tropic of cancer.
The Juli decided to join us on our journey south building that had a few days of vacation, so back to looking for Juli to Tijuana but direct charter the bus station and back to Ensenada.
The next day we said goodbye to these grosos to which approved their exams but got distracted ... "patience" would say the Daniel Monti, and flown vaaamonossss!
went to meet the Bufadora, a place in the bay of Ensenada where the friction of water with a stone produces a jet of water up and snort-like sound of the animal. After some tunes with friends of place either at home finally went south. When it got dark we had only traveled about 200 km of 1700. Mate mate is going ... to kill Colombian took in such heat.
We went on a route that crosses the Pacific to the Sea of \u200b\u200bCortez but always in a southerly direction in a dense fog which then was followed by the beauty of the mountains in a hot and humid climate on the coast of the Sea of \u200b\u200bCortez.
I wanted to get to the beaches of "Mulege" well recommended from the north. That meant driving over 1000km so I plucked up the patience and drive to the dawn as the animals gained by mastering.
found a beautiful bay where we rested for the second stage of the Baja California Sur.
quiet sleep After a few hours, the first dip in this beautiful Sea, buy food, water and again to walk the long stretch missing yet, but already feeling the heat of the south. 
A few miles further south to La Paz are virgin beaches emerald where some gringos were falling with his motor home on vacation in paradise. 
to Cabo San Lucas We got a good night, and walking the streets with life in a tourist town we found an Argentine restaurant, "La Pampa", a fan Mendoza of river that we miss the hand with a "choris" in full. met few Argentineans, cordobes hopedó us one night, the only Jumping and the only friend of Martin de Veracruz who had occupied our room at the Port before us.
First days in Los Cabos 
Cabo San Lucas
proved to be a paradise, the water is warmer, on a beautiful beach where the famous arch that connects the Sea of \u200b\u200bCortes to the Pacific Ocean. 
We communicate to all who need a place leectores about 4 x 2 where to throw sleeping bags to pass few days as we have not found an embassy in Los Cabos. If anyone knows of someone, have someone with Gurises batteries. In the meantime in a hotel doing for the day and suffer like crazy.
* Many thanks to all who support every day, unconditional, to distinguish the Monumental in the last game of the cup. Remember our phone number is 9981341577 (which momentarily on vacation in Ensenada but have again soon) and our mail banderalatinoamericana@gmail.com . Here
NAAA fails ... so remember that until Michael Jackson will deign to subsidize the Falcon here we chupi making the collection:
Scotiabank accounts in the name of Carlos Antonio
Number: 1751164317
KEY: 044691175011643170
Plaza Cancun
