The girls of Ensenada will never make a Playboy shoot. I know that there are a lot of lonely people in the world, but this is ridiculous! Nightlife in Mexico is surreal. With their bouffant hairdos and gaudily painted faces, it’s like something from a dream, or a circus, or maybe just the past. Mexican women are to normal women as Mexican food and music are to their ‘normal’ counterparts, an acquired taste. Ensenada comes awake all of a sudden when the love-boat lands. It’s like night and day. The only thing I’ve seen like it is in Songkhla, Thailand, where bar girls watch and wait behind counters deadly silent, counting I guess, as if something will surely happen if only they wait long enough. It does. The foreign off-shore oil-field support workers come in, somebody rings the bell hanging over the bar, and all of a sudden the place is an uproar, with dancing and drinking erupting as if from a long dormant volcano. Of course, nothing beats the ‘wookie bar’ along Sukhumvit in Bangkok for surrealism. If you turned Thailand up on edge to sort out the loose nuts, this is where you’d go to pick them up. Is this where you end up after cruising the parking lot of Shoney’s Big Boy in Jackson, Mississippi, as a teenager? It’s bumper-to-bumper on a Saturday night in Ensenada.