Hotel Los Caracoles Guerrero Negro

... inspired her own unique groupies (the Richfieldettes). Flawless.

But as tea progressed, the seas got so rough they had to empty the pools.

Hurricane Rick has become a category 5 and we were heading toward it (and it toward us). Thnigs got cloudy again and by the end of the night we were under the weather.

And speaking of under the weather - I was beginning to get a cold.

... Remember the word Westjet the next time you want to fly somewhere! But there is an upside. Deb made me buy a wrap at an airport kiosk rather than risk the possibility I might explain to a flight attendant the reason why Air Canada is ...once again....filing for bankruptcy protection as she tried to sell me a nasty $8.00 egg sandwhich made yesterday in Saskatoon! Normally air port food is right down there with airline food....but this wrap was really fresh and really ...

... know' the whales. We had several opportunities to pet the mamas and babies. Incredible! Enjoyed the seals on our return, as well. And on the way back to town we stopped to view the salt works and let the kids get samples - and then the huge osprey nests. Perfect day; really enjoyed the kids and their responses to the sea life.

After coffee and breakfast burritos we loaded the car and headed for Guerrero Negro. The change in landscape was beautiful. Got into the tall ciros and volcanic rock. Chose Hotel Ballena from our Moon travel book - friendly, clean and inexpensive. Tanka made some friends there, too. We drove out to the salt mining area and beach and on the way back, we ...

... dogs, all dirt roads, and a peaceful little streatch of beach, cool. Spent some time cleanin the boat, **** got tossed around when we got hit with bad weather, caught the tail end of a low pressure system that battered the hell out of so-cal. Glad it was just the tail cause it was gnarly enough as is. Got some supplies, kicked it at this little cantina, had some beers, they were like seventy cents each or something, so sick. Gettin into real Mexico now.

We are sitting in a bar about 4 kilometers south of the Baja Sur border. Quite a distance from our last entry and the bar is helping our nerves to calm down a bit. What a journey. Fierce winds, narrow roads, mountains, and some fording of low water are the norm here. Add to that folks who pass at the first opportunity ( we did not say a safe opportunity) and statements like Oh ****! are not unusual. As the primary driver, Mike never realized that you could have your heart in ...

... C fix too. I didn´t stick around in Guerrero Negro. I´d already been there a week before with Mauro to pick up some supplies. The town´s strange name (which means Black Warrior) comes from a whaling ship that overloaded itself with blubber about 100 years ago and sank in the nearby lagoon. These days the town relies on whale-watching tourism and salt mining. Because of the late start and the longer-than-expected trip down to Guerrero Negro, my chances of catching a ...

... established business like El Bolelo but others are operated out of someone's kitchen with only a handwritten cardboard sign on the street. So far they have all been good with my favorite offering being the pan dulce or sweetbreads. Pan dulce are usually light and mildly sweet, bigger than the stale pastries offered by Kroger and the like and usually only about three to five pesos each or about twenty-five to fifty cents. We didn't stop for gas in Mulege and ...

... skills and find out that the guy makes $500 per month, with lodging and food included. He doesn't seem very pleased with his job. But it's better than being unemployed in St. Vincent.



Now off to the digital photography seminar (I really needed this one). They make sure to have lots of activities to keep you occupied on these "at sea" days. But by now we're ready to relax by the pool so we quickly head back to the stateroom to pick up ...