Baja news & stories
I had popped my knee — it sounded like chicken bones breaking when it went, and a sheet of white pain blanked me out. I fell to my side and gasped. Several of the missionaries …
I brought in the accordion from my Mitsubishi. I remembered one Russian folk song, ‘Da-da-da-da ... ’ like that. It’s a Ukrainian song. Jesus Christ, they went crazy! Everybody was clapping along, buying drinks.
One of the most beautiful views of San Diego is from the summit of a small hill in Tijuana's municipal garbage dump. People live on that hill, picking through the trash with long poles that …
This lunacy is the Baja 500. It’s an off-road race, for race cars, trucks, motorcycles, ATVs. It’s been going on for 28 years. Mark Thatcher, the British prime minister’s son, ran it in 1982.
Gabacho: This is the border word for gringo. It seems to come from the Pyrenees Mountains of Spain, referring to someone who speaks gavat — who speaks Spanish badly. But how did this word get to Tijuana?
Last Wednesday, May 2, was a day of reckoning foretold by many Tijuanans. They may not have been able to peg the exact date it would happen, but they knew it was coming: Antonio Vera …
As I sit in the dark cell, there is a pervasive odor of feces and urine from a toilet that did not flush, and I have a claustrophobic feeling that the walls are about to …
The Pacific Ocean swung at anchor several miles inside the entrance shoals of San Ignacio Lagoon. I hadn’t expected this place to be so big. Neither had I expected so many whales, such abundance of …
Some historians have questioned whether Walker was interested in bringing slave states into the Union. But Walker had stated that he had no intention of merging into the American Union. He wanted to rule a country.
The 1927 romance of Maria Elena “Nina” Gutierrez Salcedo and Francisco Javier Sauza Mora had a made-in-Hollywood feel to it. She was a red-haired beauty from an old, moneyed Guadalajara family; he was a dashing …
Sherry Richardson wanted a change in her life, wanted to get away from the States for a while. She had a woman friend in Mexico she could stay with as long as she wanted, so …
The wriggling finger stub stuck out again between the bars. It wiggled insinuatingly. The voice continued, “More, lady, more,” I was afraid to look up into the eyes. I felt giddy and dizzy, completely turned around, lost.
He finally did walk his way to Santo Tomás, and though he avoids making a point of the fact, the Mexican residents there recall that Birch was almost starving when they found him.
Beyond this was a tall, guano-covered rock, where a few dozen black cormorants were sitting in even rows on a slope like keys on an adding machine — if that isn’t too farfetched.