Time to say goodbye to the beach so we ride at first break of light and are treated to a fantastic sunrise, watching the fishermen head out before the unrelenting sun chases everyone back inside. As we leave Los Barriles, Patty considers whether or not she wants lapsex:
Cool weather cycling didn’t last long and by 10:00 we are looking for a shady place with sand to wait out the worst of it. The temperatures are very comfortable and the breeze makes the wait bearable. It’s a lazy afternoon alternating sleep with a snack lunch of bean burritos from the pack. Siesta lasts until 4pm and we grudgingly get back to it. Always climbing and therefore pushing the bikes.
My perpetual view is Patty’s rear end cuz she a faster pusher than I. San Bartolo is a welcome sight at 6pm where we find hot food and cold drink in the tiny town. A man passing us in a Jeep earlier suggested we camp in the arroyo near the swimming hole and as we look for a suitable place, one where we won’t get run over as there a vehicle tracks everywhere, we met Marta. She’s pushing a very young girl, Valeria, in a stroller and Valentina who is about 7 is riding her bicycle with her little family. I ask if it’s possible to make camp. At first she just smiled and says “yes, by the water is nice”. She turns to walk away then reconsiders. Through my broken Spanish and her non-existent English we are invited to pitch our tent in a home under construction on their property. She tells us it is more secure, and that there is water and electricity.
She also tells us that if there are any problems that we can tell anyone that Marta gave us permission and call her if we need help. My offer of money for the nights accommodation is repeatedly refused. With a huge smile and wishes for a good evening and they are gone. We are so grateful for her kindness and get busy washing off the grime of the day. The water is cool and refreshing, coming from a piece of pvc jutting
up from the earth, and the electricity she spoke of is length of romax cable ran from the electrical pole, through the shrubs to the water spigot. Pretty sure American building inspectors would have a coronary at the sight. We are thrilled to have it.