MEXICO: TITTIES AND BEER

Wow, what a nuts couple of days its been. We are now on our way back up North via the Grand Canyon from which we are 50 or so miles from, hiding out in a motel watching Futurama.
Mexico was ok, although we were quite glad to have gotten out of there. Its not really a bad place..oh wait, it is a bad place. But we had fun fun fun! Titty bars and Tequila!
From Ensenada we went further south to the East coast of Baja to a village called San Fillipe. The drive through the desert was pretty scary. Just all this desolate waste land, full of coyotes and scorpions. This aint the place to break down! There were pretty cool rocks though all painted up. It gets pretty eerie, all the landscape: dead tires on the side of the road, piles of old cars and junk and run down makeshift shacks dotted around. I was worried about bandits on the highway with big ponchos and gun belts. Mexican people are really very warm and friendly although in some places i think that it is pretty dodgy to be walking around at night. Especially being white and obviously a tourist. Mexicali was pretty darn sketchy. Pretty smelly also. I have never in my life smelt a place that bad. It was like melted hog fat or the smell of some rendering plant. All over the town it was the same. Just this rotten smell pervading the air. I think the locals must have been used to it or something. Needless to say, for some reason we stayed there for 2 days.
Coming across the border into Mexico was fine, straight through, but getting back into the U.S. was a bloody nightmare! About 3 hours we queued up, in the heat. Cars of angry Mexicans trying to get across into American soil, into freedom! Viva Mehico! Down with the filthy capitalist American dogs! die infidel!!
um..excuse me, got carried away. So yeah, we waited ages driving in line, 2 lanes i might add which was silly and made it all so much slower. The guys at the gate where asking pointless questions like "what job do i have? whats my favorite colour" etc. Instead of searching us they asked if we had any drugs or guns. how polite. Now, the guys at the cross country borders got things done. They had machine guns and everything. ....Glad to get out of Mexico.... glad to get out.