Club El Moro La Paz

... the captain has donned his mask and snorkel, dove down the eight or so metres to the sea bed and resurfaced a couple of minutes later clutching a huge clam in each hand! He climbs back into the boat, knifes one of the shells open, then goes on to assemble the holy trinity of Mexican condiments – limes, salt and chilli sauce. Drips a stream of lime juice on the flesh to see if it moves, ensuring the freshness, then cuts the flesh free of the shell with his ...

... a bunch of six foot boulders which even the Jeep could not traverse so regretfully we turned around and headed inland in the hope of finding a proper track. I must confess that by this point in the adventure I too was keen to see some sign of previous human habitation.<br><br>In our eyes the desert had now turned from ruggedly beautiful to featureless and sinister. After bumping and meandering for an hour around we found a rough track which gradually ...

Great day, and way full! <br><br>Late in the morning, we took Tanka for a neighborhood walk and then opted to drive to Coffee Break as it was getting hot. While Paul called Beth from payphone I met 'Renata', a beautiful little girl, who charmed us with her smile, her conversation, delight in Tanka and practicing her English with us. <br><br>We also bought some freshly packed strawberries from a girl wheeling them around on a cart. They are ...

We went into town to do laundry and then to café for computer time. The women at the laundrymat were very helpful, and we got to practice espanol. Later, visited another coffee shop to take advantage of the wifi. We met Captain Mike Harris who lives on his boat here and is a ...

... geared up for our final dive of the day. It had a very long name in Spanish, so I'm going to need to check with our guide, Chucho, on that one as well. Dive three was a nice, shallow coral reef area. It seemed pretty barren overall, and was a bit of a coral graveyard what with all of the broken coral lying around. Fishing line has done a number on this area. Unfortunately, it was a slightly disappointing way to end the dives. Still, we've had a ...

... the boat stops in what appears to be the middle of nowhere. The Captain and dive guide discuss things in Spanish and it's pretty obvious they are sure they're in the area of what they're looking for. Turns out our third dive would be on a wreck called the Salvatierra. It's a ferry that went down about thirty years ago. The surface looked like glass and it sure seemed like it was going to be an easy going ...

... Bahia Balena on Espiritu Santo.<br><br>Since we aren&#8217;t boat owners and tend to sail mostly during the bareboat vacation, the first few hours on the boat are always a refresher course. Though we had around 22 knots of wind, it was coming out of the north the very direction we needed to sail. Needless to say, with an early sunset this ...

... It was a dust strip with a shop, motel, bus stop and a few houses. We stayed the night and caught the next bus the next day a further five hours south to Guerrero Negro, another dust strip and even uglier. Hmmmm, Footprint was turning out to be not so accurate on town descriptions. But also, we were realizing that to make the most of Baja you really needed a car as it were not the ...

... name I give to every creature I've ever caught since I was 5 years old...caterpillars, frogs, lizards, etc. Next task - get ferry tickets to the mainland. I rode to the Baja Ferries office and found the Lonely Planet guide was utterly and completely inaccurate. Ferries to Mazatlan left only twice a week at 2am, arriving at 2pm! That sounded about as appetizing as a ****-sandwich to me, so I opted for the 6 hour ferry to Topolobampo - about 300 miles north of Mazatlan ...