Baja Sur II

About 15 miles out of Loreto, we finally saw what all the gringos from the states come down to Baja for. The southern half of Baja is right out of a picture-perfect postcard. It was beginning to look more and more like the paradise we were seeking. The desert slowly replaced by a more tropical environment, deserted beaches, crystal blue water, shorebirds dive-bombing for fish. We decided a night at one of these beaches was desperately needed, so we set-up camp and chilled out for the whole day under the sun. One of those days that live like a dream and never die. That is, until we found out that one of the two beers I´d grabbed earlier was non-alcoholic. Poor Chad. He had to live off a natural high of wildlife and wave breaks. And the wildlife has been amazing down here. Man-O-War birds, tarantulas, bobcats, skinny cows and goats with bells. Have only had to dodge a few of the goats down here on the road. We had a great few days riding after our beach night through the desert again. Not too many places in the world can you stop-by on the side of the road and buy a coke while watching a cow get slaughtered. Our last night in the desert found us in the middle of a giant cactus area, which looked like a movie set for The 3 Amigos. It was a sad night, saying goodbye to the desert. Living off a diet of bean burritos, coconut and coke was an enlightening experience. But we had to move on the next morning to get into La Paz. Once we got there the Baja 1000 Motorcross Race was also finishing up at about the same time. So we got to finish our Baja ride through a parade of people cheering us on. And we didn´t even have motors. Planned on taking the ferry out the next day to Mazatlan but it was cancelled, so had to high-tail it another 15 miles that day to catch it by 3pm. Completely exhausted, we made it and looked forward to a quiet night on the ferry to rest up; which turned into a festive evening of drinking with an Argentinian who turned into a surfer at 35, a Mexican who loves Depeche Mode, and a Kentuckian who rides motorbikes across Mexico. I´ll tell you what...it may not sound spectacular. But drinking a couple Modelos while listening to Depeche Mode, with a bunch of people who amuse you on a ferry to Mazatlan, after riding your bike for 3 weeks through the desert, is a f·cking great feeling. So the next morning we pulled into Mazatlan which is where we´ll be for the next few days resting up. Looking forward to the Pacific Coast of Mexico.