So I didn't know much about what I encountered in Tijuana. First, there was the border... or lack thereof. There IS NO BORDER INTO Mexico! None! You just walk in. No Guards. Nothing! Suddenly you're in Mexico! Then, even when you're in Mexico, you're still just surrounded by Americans, and a few Mexicans catering to American expectation. I was with Adam, and the rest from the hostel, and Adam just wanted to go to this crap American tourist place where he knew some local. It was there that I had the WORST Mexican food I've ever had. Cheeze-Wizz on stale chips (an order of "nachos"). Yikes! I HAD to escape this group! I told Adam to take my bag and valuables and I wandered up into the hills. Well, shit! There was no way I would have pulled out my camera even if I DID have it. This was twice as poor as what I saw in Honduras. I could only spend about an hour there, as I was getting death looks, and some dogs ended up chasing me (those that hadn't been shot, and lay bleeding on the street that is...). Yes, Tijuana is the real Mexico - it's just also got a little bit of other places too (better, and worse).