Drunken train riding. Somewhere in the frenzy of last night's departure I concluded once again that whiskey would be a good idea at the end of the night and again I was proven wrong. Trains, traffic, three flat tires in Tijuana, headache. I made it to Rosarito. Its pretty sweet. The fish is amazing. TJ was interesting, but I just wanted to get out despite its best efforts to thwart. San Diego...seems nice for a city. Cute girls and good sushi.