South of the Border
In the middle of nowhere, on the border of North and South Carolina, rises the temple of kitsch and shlock known as South of the Border.
You can't drive I-95 and not know about this place. The ads start popping up along the side of the road about 60 miles before you get there.
Of course we had to stop. Took a ride up the sombrero tower to see the view. Shopped for souvenirs. None of the restaurants looked appealing, so we hit the toad again.
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