I went to Tijuana, Mexico for the first time at the age of 8. What do I remember? A crazy homeless lady who yelled at me. Bottles of Kahlua purchased on the cheap. Fake Rolex watches, tacky Mayan calendars, and even tackier velvet paintings. But what I remember the most are the donkey zebras.
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At street corners, white donkeys are painted with black stripes. For a small gratuity, gringo tourists can have a picture taken with one. They came about in the 1940s, after the war. It has become an institution.
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Next month, when I take my bus trip from
Tijuana to Guatemala City. I'll try to take a picture of one.
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CKY
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