Get a load of this. Mike is packing up to leave Yuma and all his mothers are out to see him off. You can see he is very well liked. "Bye bye Mike."
And we're off. We rode the three hours to Tecate and camped on the US side of the border. The next day we crossed into Mexico and I felt the exhilaration of a dream coming true. Things have changed in Mexico. Less check stops, less missing chunks of pavment, less topes (speed bumps or as Maria calls them, sleeping police men. )
When we reached Ensanada we took the detour to La Bufedora which is a place among rocks where the ocean waves make a huge pressurized spew of spray which is amazing to watch and hear as well. No vehicles are aloud on this little road that leads to the spray hole but we just drove our bikes down the long alley and everyone just loved it. People here love the motorcycles.
So many scenic spots to stop and enjoy the view. We spent the night south of San Quintin and we were told there were hot showers. There were! But they didn't say the water was salty and brackish. When my hair dried it felt like a dirty dog and I didn't need styling gel, It just went where ever I put it.
Good thing I wasn't trying to impress anyone and I had my helmet to compress giant hair ball.
We hadn't planned to go to Bahia de Los Angeles but because of the long distance between pemex (gas) stations we had to take a detour to fuel up. It was a 30 minute ride on a very good rode. The beach campsite was free because...well....no one came to pick up the fee....for 9 years they told us. So yeay! We stayed for 2 nights because it was quiet, safe, beautiful and we found good food as well as other motorcyclists who were off roaring the Baja and had great stories to tell.
SCALLOPS IN GARLIC BUTTER
WOMAN IN TREE......HORSE ON GROUND
I will try to post some more pictures tomorrow. I need to break camp. Another day in paradise.
I will try to post some more pictures tomorrow. I need to break camp. Another day in paradise.
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