I strolled around for a bit...

I strolled around for a bit after leaving Hong Kong GC, and made a wrong turn, but a nice police officer was quick to direct me to Adelita bar. While I’m sure you can get into trouble in Tijuana, Callejon Coahuila in that area is very well lit, and police presence is very noticeable.

The first thing I noticed about Adelita was that the noise level was not quite as deafening. Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a quiet neighborhood pub, but you don’t have to struggle as much to carry on a conversation. The lighting seemed a bit strange to me and put a sort of orangeish tint to everything so it seems everyone has a bronze tan, even me! I took a seat by myself, and was promptly ignored by everyone for about 5 minutes. I eventually got thirsty and found that the bartender spoke English, but was happier when I ordered in Spanish. As I made my way back to my half-booth a 5’ 7” bleached blonde chica said “Hola”, and grabbed my arm. She really wasn’t my type, and while her 34B-25-26, 135lb frame is nicer than the vast majority of women in the U.S., she is a bit beefier than my preference. I didn’t wish to insult her, so I simply said I wasn’t looking for a blonde woman tonight, and she gave me a shoulder shrug and a smirk and walked away.

I turned around to sit and found that the bench/booth was now occupied by a couple of college aged gents. They were both twisting their heads back and forth so quickly I thought they might have self-inflicted neck injuries. I stood and watched the stage show for a second and looked around for an open table. A few feet away I could hear a frustrated fellow trying to negotiate in English with a chica who either didn’t understand or didn’t want to understand. A couple minutes later she got up and left and he went off toward the bar. I was just about to hijack the table when a juicy target crossed into my radar. I would describe her as a Sofia Vergara lookalike, but minus 10 years. I closed the distance quickly, and greeted her in Spanish. She said she was just about to go on stage, but if I had time she would be worth the wait. As I had already had a bit of exercise for the night, I figured I’d watch her dance, and if I didn’t like what I saw, I would move on.