Planning and research when heading into Mexico by motorcycle would probably be the first thing most people would do, but for some reason I like to just jump in head first with a loose plan and let the chips fall where they may. I had no phone service and didn’t even buy a map until I got to the Border at Tijuana.
A Facebook friend of a friend said that we could stay at his place in Los Barriles for free and stay as long as we wanted. It’s about 70 miles north of Cabo San Lucas and should take us about 4 days to get there. 17 days later we finally made to the seaside fishing town but was too late to meet the owner or his son that also run a restaurant/bar there. No problem, we just went past the edge of town and found a Surfers Camp where we spent a couple nights and had the place to ourselves.
The reason it took so long is that it seemed like every little town we stopped at we stayed at. One day we only made it 10 miles and some days we would travel 150 miles. Every place we stopped we met friendly people and ate fantastic Mexican food.
The American media has brainwashed us into thinking that Mexico is an extremely dangerous and violent country and yes it does have its problems but we certainly didn’t see any of it whatsoever. The Baja is full of American and Canadian tourists that spend the winter there.
The language barrier can be somewhat intimidating to some but we viewed it as funny challenge. Once I was asking for a chair to sit and eat my lunch (in my best pantomime) and the woman thought I was asking for the bathroom. She said Baño and I said no Baño… NO BAÑO and kept pointing at the chair in the other room, when she finally figured it out everyone there started belly laughing. After the laughing would die down everyone would start laughing again.
At the end of each day we would look at each other and say how can it get any better than this, but the next day would be better than the previous day and it continued on like that for the entire trip.
After 19 days we finally made it to Cabo San Lucas and didn’t really want to return on the same road we came down on (what’s the fun in that) so we decided to take a ferryboat to the mainland and anticipate a new adventure. Mazatlan, Mexico here we come !