Just because the brochure says we
are going “straight down the Baja” does not mean the road is straight down the
Baja! When we weren’t going through
towns the terrain was mountainous with winding roads! The main highway is the
only paved road – everything else is dirt! The roads are narrow with
non-existent shoulders! A little scary when 18 wheelers pass us! We quickly
learned the Spanish word for “bump in the road” – topas. Many of them are
“grande topas!” In the small towns, they park an ambulance near them and then
stand in the road to collect donations. Hard to know whether the money is used
to support the emergency services or a scam!
When we descended out of the
mountains we entered the main agriculture area of the Baja – miles and miles of
“green houses” – growing primarily,
strawberries, tomatoes and what looked like kale or brousel sprouts.
The standard of living is low in
this area – cement block houses are high end – most are a hap-hazard
combination of wood, sheet metal and plastic wrap. Feral dogs and chickens are everywhere!
Tommy wanted to stop at one of the many road side stands for some menudo – it
is traditionally only served on Sundays! People routinely riding in the back of
pick ups.
We camped at El Pabellon RV Park
– right on the Pacific Ocean. Shells and sand dollars galore on the beach.
Unfortunately, it was cool and windy so our margarita/tamale party was
cancelled. But, John, our wagon master, delivered fresh tamales to each of our
rigs. They were huge and delicious – stuffed with chicken, jalapenos and a
green olive! We could hardly believe our luck when the satellite dish locked on
and we watched the Super Bowl! We got our fire pit out, turned on our outside
TV and a few of us braved the weather. What a game!
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