When I was young. Younger. I decided it would be a good idea to go to Tijuana all by myself and do some volunteering with Travel to Teach - you paid them some money and they provided accommodation, activities and work. Myself, a Dutch girl and three American girls slept in the gardens of a famous cafe type place. The little hut type places did not even have locks on the door. How scary is that? I don't remember feeling scared one bit. I must have been mad.
The company stopped accepting volunteers for their Tijuana programme very shortly after I left. It just got too dangerous. Nowadays every time I hear a story about random shootings in the supermarket and headless bodies by the side of the road I shudder. I can't believe we went out AT NIGHT! Even just thinking about going to Mexico scares me now, let alone going to hang out on the Mexico-US border! Going to rap-offs in abandoned cinemas and accidentally getting the wrong bus and ending up in some random shanty type settlement. Alone. Could I ever do something like this again? Most definitely not.
The statue of Tia Juana amongst a pile of overgrown rubble
Agua Caliente Racetrack, Tijuana (They had bears in tiny cages outside with big brown sad eyes)
The company stopped accepting volunteers for their Tijuana programme very shortly after I left. It just got too dangerous. Nowadays every time I hear a story about random shootings in the supermarket and headless bodies by the side of the road I shudder. I can't believe we went out AT NIGHT! Even just thinking about going to Mexico scares me now, let alone going to hang out on the Mexico-US border! Going to rap-offs in abandoned cinemas and accidentally getting the wrong bus and ending up in some random shanty type settlement. Alone. Could I ever do something like this again? Most definitely not.
Agua Caliente Racetrack, Tijuana (They had bears in tiny cages outside with big brown sad eyes)
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