Guerrero Negro, Baja California Sur, Mexico (2,700 miles)
Apologies from the ConBigotes squad for not getting anything to our trusted 7 readers sooner, but we can’t get a damn wifi signal coming out of these Baja desert oven cacti. It’s been umm, warm to say the least as we headed inland and southward towards the official division of Baja Norte and Baja Sur. Ryan loves it and would probably say I exaggerate, but lugging my lardass around out here gets taxing and i overheat like a camel that is spent from walking tourists past the sphinx. A bit of relief today as we rest in the bustling whale watching and salt producing pueblo of Guerrero Negro and treated ourselves last night to the first hotel of the trip for a steep 225 pesos. My overheated and over-itched skin says it was well worth it.
South of Ensenada has proven to be an interesting array of desert landscapes mixed with significantly underdeveloped pueblos with little more than water, some local veggies and some dusty plotches of ground to lay the tent. Other than San Quintin, where we were treated to intrigued children in the town park who helped us set up our nightly tent home, let us name their bikes and proved true to their word by bringing us breakfast tacos the next morning, interaction has been few and far between over the last week. It’s made for a good strong push of riding through Valle de los Cirios (unconfirmed translation = valley of boulders and cacti) and other sweltering desert mesa views. I’ve lost just under 112 pounds and Ryan’s beard grows exponentially with sun, the lucky bastard.
Baja Norte has come and gone as we’ve graciously as well as courageously fought through desert winds and sands. It’s decision time for the team as we will soon lurk towards the Sea of Cortez and potentially even warmer weather, but better beaches. Crossing over to mainland Mexico will come in either a few days by ferry in Santa Rosallia to Guaymas or further south into the Baja kiln at La Paz bound for Mazatlan. We will be sad to leave Baja and its sometimes lonely charm behind, but it has been good to us. It’s eased us into riding with zero shoulder and closing your eyes to pray that the 18-wheeler barreling down gifts you 2 inches and also blessed us with hours upon hours of seeing nothing other than heat waves radiating over the crumbling asphalt. Food rations have gravitated from copious amounts of pbj’s to tortilla wraps mixtures of tuna and/or refried beans combined with sometimes not so fresh cucumbers, onions, tomatoes and the key ingredient of lime. The 8-speed trusty steeds are holding up swimmingly to the elements. I’ve gone through nothing more than 3 chains and Ryan’s horse continues to prove worthy. Having just typed that I am locating any wood to knock on as i’m sure ive just cursed us significantly.
And that should about do it for the time being. Sorry to all who don’t read any of this and only glance at our amateur pictures, but seems this internet cafe computer doesn’t like to do that sort of thing. Speaking of which, you all have cost us 27 pesos (slightly more than $2) for this post of no visual beauty so please expect to be recieving an invoice in the mail. Miss all of your musks and here’s to hoping the Brewers hammer the Yank’s this week.