Even tought I arrived from Mexico City to Tijuana, I actually didn't spend any time there, except for the arriving to the bus terminal. He and Maurice spent Christmas nigh't at Tijuana's red zone... and yes, Tijuana is the end of the world, literally. Somehow, it is the end of Mexico, but also the end of USA. And may be one of the ends of Western civilization. I just want to quote the book Metro-pop, by Fran Ilich, a mexican writter borned in Tijuana:
Tijuana and San Diego are just one city, which, as Berlin, was divided by accidents and twists of fate. Tijuana and San Diego are the same city, the city i, the point joining together first and third worlds. The border prevails as a dimentional vortex swallowing travellers without papers. Tijuana is the city of the past: underdeveloped, archetype of punk rock and mess, the anarchic city. And San Diego is the lucky city: with some style, with tecnology for the rave. Together they form the i, our divided city.
Fran Ilich, Metro-pop,
Ediciones SM, Gran Angular, México, 1997.
That's something real about Tijuana.