Well, as you’ve probably guessed, we made it to Mexico! A 5:30am departure time was hard to handle but we arrived in Cabo to a hazy but sunny day gliding in over the arid region we would soon be cycling. Listening to the conversation of the spring breaking 20-somethings behind us on the plane: “Dude, is that a casino?” “Naw, that’s the prison. Wanna go?” (gentle reader: please remember this point for a later post).
It was interesting to watch the baggage handlers at work below us, they were frisked by an official looking uniformed man before they entered the belly of the plane and upon exiting… drug running concerns? theft? who knows. After customs and immigration stops, we found an out-of-the-way spot to assemble our bicycles. We were approached by a few people that were curious about what we were up to. A retired Canadian couple who live half the year here and were former cycle tourists themselves. ❤ Then there was Eddie, a young man selling concert tickets who has cycled most of Mexico, his home country, now plans to venture into different countries to do the same. There was also an American clearly drunk on the $3 beers sold outside the airport to the tourists. (Beers in Mexico cost about $.50) He didn’t have much to say, just thought we are crazy. We also met Jan and Bodie the standard French poodle. Jan was chatty, fun and clearly at home in Baja Mexico. He had lots of helpful advice and even offered to host us at his home in Santiago when we made it that far.
Following Jan’s advice we stopped at the first convenience store we found to stock up on water so we were not gouged at the airport (Thanks, Jan!). Our first purchase: 6 liters of water (28 pesos) and two 3-packs of taquito-sized bean and cheese burritos (46 pesos) for a total of $3.65. And on we rode.
The Mexicans have a handle on this siesta thing. They KNOW better to go out in the middle of the day when the sun is high by retreating to a shady spot and just waiting it out. We gringos: not so much. The temp was only about 88F but we are so close to the Tropic of Cancer (the most northerly circle of latitude on the Earth at which the Sun can be directly overhead) that the blistering sun already had Patty turning pink. We left the airport @ 3 p.m. and rode during the hottest part of the day (dumb) until 5:30 p.m. when we could just not go any further. We stopped about 11 miles later near Cereso Los Cabos (I have mentioned that I do not speak very much Spanish, si?) The MXN1 (highway) is not very busy so we took off on to a side road and a short way down ducked into the wilderness to make camp.
Here and now the sand is soft, the sun is inching below the mountains, a cool breeze arrives with lower temperatures and we are home. For the night, anyway! In the morning there are 21 miles to Santiago and some REAL FOOD!