The Hawaii Club is the newest brothel in town. We headed here to get the Green Door t-shirts, from the old brothel. But that picturesque old place has been replaced by this one. The old one was in great Mexican-style. It had a small green beat-up old door on the left of this picture. Then a rusty wrought iron balcony above with a series of doors behind it. This is where the girls hung out or maybe I should say 'over' the railing displaying a hint of their wares...We did find the ol' Green Door. Still operating, but in a different area. And, "no" we didn't buy more t-shirts. One brothel t-shirt is enough.
Had a great Cuba Libre with my chicken mole', and Norman had a Margarita Grande with his enchiladas. Why do the drinks and food taste better there? Maybe it's the mariachi (sp?) band playing "Feelings" while we eat?...hee-hee
Oh the line to get out...my oh my...people just don't pay attention to the news. AND we knew better than to go yesterday. Two pieces of ID required to get back to the US, and many people didn't have it. Here's a picture of where the middle (sorta) of the line is. The car line backed up at least a mile all afternoon. The line of people was backed up about 1/2 mile, two and three people wide. The folks sitting around in the foreground are waiting for their friends to get to this corner before standing in the line.
I guess I didn't really get a good shot of the line of people. Shoulda stood on that concrete bench thingy. We got IN LINE along that wall in the background way down by the black n white sign in the middle of the pic (on the bridge over the canal). It took us one and a half hours to finally clear customs. WHAT WE DO FOR FUN! Most people are used to the line, although it took longer today. So we all laugh and joke and tell stories, find out where we're all from and where we're all staying, and what we've seen or done that was fun.
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