In about 1973 I was with a group of buddies, girls and guys at Rosarito beach partying late at nite and got robbed/fined by Federales, they shot our friend Herb(in army at the time) in the gut and we rushed him across the border rammed through the stick and got pulled over by the CHP told him the story and he led us to the hospital red lights and siren escort . Herb is a quad now.
Havent been back to Baja since
I stepped over the border into that God-forsaken hellhole one time, in the very same year. I was only 21, but even then I could see that the place was dangerous, and not fit for civilized man or beast.
I've never been back.