But yesterday I got ready to go nice and early (ok 9:00, I slept in a little bit), and took off for Bahía de los Ángeles. And man was it a fun ride.
I left San Quintín after a little food, and hit the road, with no planned stops until I got to Bahía, about 5 hours away. I popped in some headphones and put on an episode of "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me" and just sat back and rode. I'm getting more and more used to this bike as I spend more time on it - I may even know it well enough to give it a name at this rate.
I stopped in a tiny little town of 450 people to get some food, and decided to top up on gas just in case - I don't quite know the bike well enough to know it's actual range yet, because I haven't hit it. It's definitely more than 200 miles, and that's all I know so far. So I got some gas and food at this place:
|Got some darn good flautas from this guy.|
I chatted with them a bit, and they told me they were camping on the beach in a little hut for US$8 a night... and I was immediately sold. I talked to them a bit, and we ended up splitting some tortillas, beans, tomatoes, cheese, and peppers for dinner, and each picked up a bottle of tequila too.
When we arrived at the site, I have to say I was pretty happy. A quick few minutes to get the hammock set up (well maybe longer than a few, since it was my first time doing it), and I had a home:
After getting that set up, I went next door to the other guy's hut and met their third buddy. Otto, Greg, and Adam were on their way south through Baja, having come from Utah, Washington, and San Diego. We spent the evening drinking beers and tequila and sharing stories. They'd gone spear fishing earlier in the day, and we even boiled up a crab they'd caught.
|The other three's bikes|