Welcome to Mexico
The sun is just rising behind the hills and creating long shadows as I jog down the beach watching the pelicans sweeping above the waves. What an idyllic spot, Cerritos Playa just South of Todo Santos on the Baja peninsula Mexico. After driving for a week, we stopped off at La Ventana to catch up with a friend and watch the kite surfers.
The drive down has been interesting, nails sticking out of new tyres, potholes in roads that are big enough to swallow a small car and speed bumps big enough to stop a truck. Not forgetting the crazy trucks zooming around the roads; cows, goats, dogs and horses waiting to leap out in front of you and the incredible views that appear around every corner and threaten to entice you off the road and into a ditch.
We have been stopped by multiple military and police roadblocks, most of which just ask where you came from and where you are going. One checkpoint made us get out of the vehicle and rummaged around the cab then went into the back, opened drawers and cupboards, looked at the blades on our knives, said thank you and told us to carry on. The only stop that asked us for a ‘contribution’ was an agricultural one which sprayed water on the bottom of the truck, “For Pests!” we were told, “Normal donation 20 pesos”. We shrugged, grumbled, but paid up!
The roadside taco shacks are unbelievable, most are run down and dusty, but the food is incredible, my personal favourites are the shrimp tacos or cerviche tostados topped off with a spicy salsa and squeeze of lime, yummy.
Our Spanish is good enough to order food, ask directions and basic small talk, but conversation is very limited so we are planning to take lessons once we get to the Mexican mainland in January. I am good with the vocabulary, whereas Dave has more confidence to string sentences together and make mistakes at the moment, so we muddle through!
As ever the people are incredibly friendly, both the guys we meet on the road and the locals, but is anyone left in British Colombia as 90% of people are from there and collectively known as Snowbirds, who travel South for the winter!
The locals are happy, colourful, love their music loud, can’t hear their dogs barking ALL night, drive crazily and are really hard working.
It’s Dave’s 2nd day surfing today, yesterday he finished with a cut lip, bruises and feeling like he’d been through a 6 hour spin cycle, I wonder if he’ll be able to walk after today?