Baja Haha

An inside peek at Mexico’s whackiest frontier! Meet Alfred Bitterman… Alfred had done a lot of ‘roughing it’ in his fancy motorhome all the way across the U. S. A., but this was his first night in Baja “Where d’ya plug in?” he grunted, kicking the dirt for a non-existent electrical receptor. (Alfred thinks everything west of Paramus, New Jersey is one big government campground.) ‘Where’s da septic?’ Alfred’s wife, Gertrude, remained hidden in the mobile Hilton. Being from Brooklyn, she had never walked on dirt before and was not certain she would not sink in it. * Kojak, the dancing pig of Campo Loco; * The boys in the back room at Hussong’s; * The buggiest barber in Baja; * Pepe and his breakaway car…. and many, many more of Baja’s daffiest dingbats – gin-dry tales from the magic wordprocessor of Fred Hoctor, the cockeyed columnist of the Baja Times!