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".
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