In the past she has implied that her hard-hitting investigative journalism has rubbed the cartel leaders the wrong way and put her on their hit list. That's all in her twisted imagination though, I have no idea what her real reason is for avoiding the place.
You know, I have no first-hand--or even second-hand, for that matter--knowledge of what goes on down there, although I'm suspecting that perhaps Ensenada isn't the Disneyland of Mexico as it appears in tourism brochures.
However.
However.
However.
I'm pretty sure it's a cleaner, nicer, and safer place than Tijuana, and despite the pisshole that Tijuana apparently is, I'll bet that doesn't stop the cousin from going to Tijuana to see what's happening there. In fact, I'll bet that Ensenada's probably cleaner, nicer, and safer than many areas of San Diego.
And of course the cbayer primitive, when she was still on Skins's island, wrote rave reviews of the place; its food, its people, its public facilities and conveniences, its cleanliness, its safety.
In case no one's aware, the cbayer primitive was famous for her utter truthfulness, a rare distinction among the usually-lying primitives.
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And finally, there's this. Ensenada's in the cousin's own homeland; she knows the people, the language, the culture of the place. And if there's dangerous stuff going on down there, she's aware of those things too, and can avoid them.
Remember that franksolich, as chronicled very well in the
Omaha World-Herald during the early 1990s, on a whim went to the old Soviet Union as it was falling apart into anarchy and disorder. I was in a hurry to get there, and so unlike the cousin would be re: Ensenada, I went there with pocket-change, no other sources of money. I knew no one there. I didn't know the language; I didn't even know the alphabet.
I was aware there were
probably some dangers and perils, but as I had no idea what they'd be, I never bothered thinking about them.
And because I'm deaf, many people thought it was suicidal folly.
Well, if franksolich can return, whole and intact, after nearly two years alone on the dark side of the moon, surely nadin, who's the smartest person in the universe, the smartest person God ever created, and who enjoys a familiarity with the area, and has the finances to back her up, could get her ass down to Ensenada and write some real news stories.
Is she a craven coward, or what?
