Cycling south from Arcadia in Los Angeles, all the way to play, today arrived at the end of the trip - the border between the United States and Mexico. My place is San Diego, the United States, and the other side of the border is Tijuana, Mexico. The high border wall divides the land into two countries. There is a huge flag in Mexico, which can be seen a few miles away. It is estimated that if you don't blow a typhoon, don't think about looking at the flag. Since I crossed the border 11 years ago in New Mexico to travel by car to Juarez, the murder capital of the world, Mexico, this ride did not cross the border to Mexico.