perdido mi ojo vidrio
Not really but I´m trying to remember the word for "lost" and the word for "glass" as in the material...so there you go...
Today is Friday June 9 2006 and I am sweating like a pig in an internet cafe where yet again I am unable to upload my pictures. I am learning patience the hard way for sure.
Spent the majority of the day today securing passage for the motorbikes on the Saturday ferry to Mazatlan...more excercises in patience! But well worth it as we are ready to go and will be departing for mainland Mexico at 3pm tomorrow (that is Mountain Standard Time if you are curious).
So I guess a bit of backtracking is in order...
Entered Mexico through Tijuana on Monday 6/5/06 around 2:30pm and promptly lost Mateo after a short bout with grid-locked traffic. Some slightly panicky moments followed. Fumbling for cell phone or 2-way radio and getting no response I decide to push on to Ensenada where we had decided to overnight for the first night. About and hour after arriving in Ensenada the 2-way radio crackled to life with a "yo dude where you at..." and we proceeded to check into Nicolas Saad´s San Nicholas Resort Hotel...it is probably the most expoensive room we will stay in during the trip but well worth the money and there is a chainlink cage in the parking lot set up just for motorcycle parking. Security for the bikes means a good night sleep for me. Long story short we arrived in Ensenada on the Monday after the end of the Baja 500 (a huge offroad truck race) and the town was deserted...empty... We ate, slept and awoke to deal with the bureaucratic details we neglected in TJ...tourist card...by 1pm we are on Hwy 1 headed for El Rosario.
A description you will hear now and probably a hundred other times during the course of this trip...The road is beautiful with long sweeping turns, clear sky, blue ocean and mountains in the distance...We made a short side trip to La Buffadora. Unfortunately we arrive at low tide and the attraction is not very attractive, mostly tourist trap vending (including Mexican wrestling masks which I refrained for purchasing!)and seagulls...the fish tacos however are delicious!
As we proceed South the California plates become less prevalent and the BC (Baja California, Mexico) plates begin to take over. More incredible roads. Long sweepers, twisty switch backs and deserted straight-aways for hundreds of miles, punctuated every so often with dusty, strip mall-like towns, abandoned, graffiti covered cinder block structures and feral dogs making half-hearted attempts at chasing our bikes from their barren yards. At one point, just past a military checkpoint and before we enter El Rosario, the terrible vibrations of our engines spook a half dozen wild horses grazing by the roadside. It is amazing to see the huge muscled beasts wheel away from us on hind legs and gallop for the open field.
The weather to this point has been cool to say the least...the warmest part of the trip was still I-5 from SF to LA.
The final pull from San Quintin to El Rosario is the end of our third long ride in as many days...something we will eventually become accustomed to...but at this pount in the trip we are not there yet. The passing of semis and the navigation of epic roadways is tiring and pulling into the Hotel Sinahi in this hamlet of a town is a welcome end to the day. An absolutely delicious dinner of fish smothered in vegetables and butter with rice and beans and corn tortillas and a few Tecate´s with lime...
The Tecate´s and conversation over maps of Baja and Mexico continue into the evening. We meet a fellow gringo complete with a "red tan" who rolls in with a beat up toyota and surf boards strapped to the roof. John is from Vail, Co and drives a ski shuttle...a few pictures are taken and then it is time to end as the road will be long tomorrow...
Today is Friday June 9 2006 and I am sweating like a pig in an internet cafe where yet again I am unable to upload my pictures. I am learning patience the hard way for sure.
Spent the majority of the day today securing passage for the motorbikes on the Saturday ferry to Mazatlan...more excercises in patience! But well worth it as we are ready to go and will be departing for mainland Mexico at 3pm tomorrow (that is Mountain Standard Time if you are curious).
So I guess a bit of backtracking is in order...
Entered Mexico through Tijuana on Monday 6/5/06 around 2:30pm and promptly lost Mateo after a short bout with grid-locked traffic. Some slightly panicky moments followed. Fumbling for cell phone or 2-way radio and getting no response I decide to push on to Ensenada where we had decided to overnight for the first night. About and hour after arriving in Ensenada the 2-way radio crackled to life with a "yo dude where you at..." and we proceeded to check into Nicolas Saad´s San Nicholas Resort Hotel...it is probably the most expoensive room we will stay in during the trip but well worth the money and there is a chainlink cage in the parking lot set up just for motorcycle parking. Security for the bikes means a good night sleep for me. Long story short we arrived in Ensenada on the Monday after the end of the Baja 500 (a huge offroad truck race) and the town was deserted...empty... We ate, slept and awoke to deal with the bureaucratic details we neglected in TJ...tourist card...by 1pm we are on Hwy 1 headed for El Rosario.
A description you will hear now and probably a hundred other times during the course of this trip...The road is beautiful with long sweeping turns, clear sky, blue ocean and mountains in the distance...We made a short side trip to La Buffadora. Unfortunately we arrive at low tide and the attraction is not very attractive, mostly tourist trap vending (including Mexican wrestling masks which I refrained for purchasing!)and seagulls...the fish tacos however are delicious!
As we proceed South the California plates become less prevalent and the BC (Baja California, Mexico) plates begin to take over. More incredible roads. Long sweepers, twisty switch backs and deserted straight-aways for hundreds of miles, punctuated every so often with dusty, strip mall-like towns, abandoned, graffiti covered cinder block structures and feral dogs making half-hearted attempts at chasing our bikes from their barren yards. At one point, just past a military checkpoint and before we enter El Rosario, the terrible vibrations of our engines spook a half dozen wild horses grazing by the roadside. It is amazing to see the huge muscled beasts wheel away from us on hind legs and gallop for the open field.
The weather to this point has been cool to say the least...the warmest part of the trip was still I-5 from SF to LA.
The final pull from San Quintin to El Rosario is the end of our third long ride in as many days...something we will eventually become accustomed to...but at this pount in the trip we are not there yet. The passing of semis and the navigation of epic roadways is tiring and pulling into the Hotel Sinahi in this hamlet of a town is a welcome end to the day. An absolutely delicious dinner of fish smothered in vegetables and butter with rice and beans and corn tortillas and a few Tecate´s with lime...
The Tecate´s and conversation over maps of Baja and Mexico continue into the evening. We meet a fellow gringo complete with a "red tan" who rolls in with a beat up toyota and surf boards strapped to the roof. John is from Vail, Co and drives a ski shuttle...a few pictures are taken and then it is time to end as the road will be long tomorrow...
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