the last of Mexcio

So we last heard from me in Oaxaca, I'd been on a day trip, very nice, that night I went out with a few people from the hostel-before I go any further I was not wasted drunk, slightly inebriated-yes, so when I returned to hostel and was about to hit the sack I managed to trip down some stairs and hurt my ankle, kinda badly. Some basic first aid followed and then I went to sleep, hoping that it would be all ok the next day.
Saturday morning I awoke to a very painful ankle so I decided that I should go get it x-rayed. The first hospital I found could not find anyone who spoke english so a really nice taxi driver found me a small private hospital where one of the doctors daughter just happened to be visiting and was able to translate for me! X-ray proved it not broken, just a bad sprain, which the doctor decided still needed to be immobilised-ie a half cast and crutches and rest-for 2 weeks, I don't think so! Got rid of the crutches after the 2nd day, and by the end of the 1st week off came the cast. (I'm strapping it like I've had to do before, not the first time I've sprained my ankle)
I did not want to change my plans for Mexico so I continued on, after a nights stop over back in Mexico city I hopped (ha ha) onto another bus to the less than exciting town Guadalajara. Nice hostel, great bunch of people. I went on a day trip to the town Tequila, which was one of the reasons I headed to Guadalajara, it was cool, we visited a local distillery, which was interesting, and got to sample a lot of tequila. That night it was back on the bus to Mexico city again for a couple of days, which were a time for me to catch up on some washing and a bit of rest.
Thursday saw me arrive at the airport for a flight to Tijuana that I'd booked over the internet, or so I thought, turns out that there was no ticket for me, it had been cancelled! Nearly freaked out but the nice lady at the counter was able to get me another ticket for the same flight, and I arrived in Tijuana as scheduled.
For those of you who don't know what Tijuana is like, lets just say that unless you're a bit of a trash bag it's not a place you'd spend more than one night in. I was even more reluctant to stay even the one night when the taxi driver finally found the hostal I'd booked, over the internet (there's a lesson here folks*) which turned out to be the top floor of this guys house converted into like 8 rooms, with a couple of skanky bathrooms. I was the only guest, he the owner was a bit creepy and it was in the middle of the suburbs, nearly half an hour away from the centre of Tijuana! Was already feeling fragile from the muck up with the flight and the long and frustrating drive from the airport, (the driver had no idea where to go) so to arrive at this place, well I felt like losing it completely. Instead I got on a bus and headed to the centre and had a wander around the main trashy strip that is Tijuana for a few hours, then returned to the suburbs and found a really nice restauraunt where I treated myself to a lovely meal. I started to feel a lot better. The fact that I was also scheduled to cross the border into english speaking USA the next morning was also probably a helpful factor.
*The lesson for today is-don't reley on the internet to plan your life!