The show started at 10 not 9 like I thought, so we decided to kill some time at the horse track. A friendly and very dedicated gambler named Larry took us on a tour and spent an hour teaching us the nuances of betting on horses. Nils used his new knowledge to promptly lose $18.
With our horse betting careers over, we entered the show and within 5 seconds someone came running out of the crowd and bear hugged Clark. I guess Clark really is from San Diego, as he ran into a number of people he used to fish with.
The amount of stuff at the show was amazing.
We spent quite a bit of time talking reels and fishing with Ben and Matt, the Accurate guys.
Nils and Clark convinced the owner of Calstar rods that we were legitimate enough to be a Calstar dealer, so there may be a Calstar dealer in Ilwaco Soon.
Clark and I made a side trip to Tijuana. We made less than 30 feet when somebody started screaming "fucking whiteboys" at us. We did not turn around. Welcome to Mexico.
TJ was a ghost town. Very, very few gringos and lots of cops.
We ran into the infamous Mexican zebras, donkeys painted with white stripes.
The police cars all had english writing on them. Weird.
TJ was dirt cheap and no waiting anywhere, so we can't complain.
Only three more months until tuna and we can't wait.