Roy and I both still have miserable colds and coughs.
Listened to the VHF net on channel 68 at 9. Mike of Pacific Marine was net coordinator, so I asked him about a bus to SCT for my Mexican ham license. He said to take a cab.
So I set off on my Tiajuana adventure, bound and determined to take a bus. Why spend all that money on a cab, when I can ride a bus for a few cents?
To make a long story short, I spent hours wandering around Tiajuana, watching zillions of buses going by, but none seemed to be going where I wanted to go. I asked at two tourist information offices, asked bus drivers (in Spanish), and even ventured to use one of the crazy public phones to call the bus company, but to no avail. At 3 o'clock, I gave up and took a cab. The place closed at 4:30, so I didn't have any more time to waste. Ha, ha! I'd misread it; it closed at 1430 (2:30), not 4:30, so by the time I got there, it was locked up tight.
Oh well, tomorrow's another day. Saw zillions of buses running around when I was up there in the cab, and by craning my neck, I was able to read the name on one of them. Something like "Pereferico".
This Blog is our mother's logs from her sails aboard Jofian. Our mother, Clare Holt, wrote a log every day and after her first sail to Mexico, she bought a laptop to write and save her logs. She sailed when the World Wide Web was first created, there was not as much on the Internet back then, no Wi-Fi, Internet access was very limited. I know if she were sailing today that she would be putting her logs in a Blog, so I am doing it for her. Mom’s logs to Alaska are on saillogsalaska.blogspot.com.
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