Tijuana

A brisk walk across the border at San Ysidro - prairie dogs popping up and down as you go past. What a stark contrast from one side to the other. I’m trying to think of other borders I have crossed… there’s usually some kind of a gradual transition - mixed-culture / multi-lingual areas close to the border, fading as you drive further into the country. But Tijuana is a blast of colour and warm air and music the second you arrive and it feels a million miles away from San Diego.