Roy (Lloyd) Jones

My first experience of the real Mexican taco came at about 9pm on 1st October 2005 in Guerrero Negro, a dusty town in the middle of Baja California, famous for salt production and whale spotting.

Having spent the previous 12 hours on a bus from Tijuana, I badly needed sustenance. My day had been spent in a state of perpetual worry, as I had managed to walk across the US-Mexico border without completing any formalities at all. I was illegally in Mexico. Not the best way to begin my first solo traveling experience! On top of this, I didn’t have any local money, and I had a hangover.

Luckily, as I stepped off the bus, I saw a shining light, my deliverance from hunger, in the form of a taco stand, or Taquerilla. I sat down and asked what was cooking. Taco’s. Came the reply.

I had three. And a can of coke.

From that point, until I left Mexico about 6 weeks later, I ate countless tacos from a lot of different street stands, market stalls, and restaurants. I ate tacos for breakfast, lunch and dinner. And some snacks in between!

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