Headed to Tijuana in the back of a milk truck. Dictator Steve tells me again to shut up. I’m all up for adventure and everything, and I know getting into Mexico is easier than getting out of Mexico, but I don’t see how an old milk truck with twenty people in the back is going to escape notice.
At the border the guard was shocked to see so many people, but before he could say anything, Steve and the nameless driver screamed, “Luche Libre!” The guard laughed and waved us on. We laughed a bit then remembered what was ahead.
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