The INMI agent at the bus station wouldn't take back my visa turistica, told me I had to take it back at the border. Got lost as usual, walked maybe 10 miles out of the way. Got to the border office before midnight, but the people there told me it wasn't open, and sent me down that back street to a gate at the end of a block. The guys there didn't understand what I wanted to do but I convinced one of them to keep the visa and I walked away. If they want the goddamned things back I sure wish they'd get their fucking act together.

Then I went to find cheap tacos and beer across the footbridge. No luck, it's like a ghost town, on a Friday night. So came back to an uneventful crossing of the US border. They weren't even running the luggage scanners.

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