


With bags under our eyes from too little sleep the night before, a product of finally making it to the market at 11pm the night before for provisions/comfort food, we finally crossed the U.S./Mexico border at Tijuana at 9am on March 4th. As had been reported we did have to ask several people at the border crossing in order to have our paperwork checked and get our hands visa. Within a half hour we were off and riding, around Tijuana and on to San Felipe.
As an overall report the trip so far has been fantastic and far more adventure already than we possibly could have imagined. We can only report on the people of Baja so far but absolutely every local with whom we’ve interacted, including the military at their numerous and sometimes sudden and unanticipated checkpoints has been absolutely lovely.
To keep things short we present the highlight reel of our first two weeks in Baja:
- Overall amazing feeling to be finally on the road and utterly surreal to anticipate as we ride along that this is actually to be our lives into the foreseeable future.
- No problems entering at Tijuana and driving immediately around on toll roads to head quickly south.
- So far we’ve stayed in San Felipe, Coco’s Corner, Guerrero Negro, Punto Arena (just outside Mulegé), La Paz and Playa de Pedrito (just outside Todos Santos).
- OUTSIDE TODOS SANTOS WE PET WHALES IN THEIR NATURAL HABITAT!
- The members of the San Francisco Motorcycle club staying outside Mulege were fantastically friendly and welcoming and made us feel quite cool.
- The Trailwing tires we started out with were terrible on anything but hard packed dirt. We finally traded them out for knobbies in La Paz and are loving them (sand no longer means certain death!).
- Next stop in Baja is Cabo San Lucas and then on the the mainland by ferry from La Paz to Topolobampo. August’s looking forward to the mainland!
Final anecdote though the stories could flow freely: On day 3, after traveling for hours and hours at low speeds off road, through sand and deep gravel through the hot empty desert we rounded a curve to arrive at Coco’s Corner. We had heard that it was an important part of the Baja 1000 and altogether worth stopping to check out. We were not going to make it to Guerrero Negro before dark so planned to stay there to sleep.
As we pulled up the Mercedes Unimog came into clear site along with the ten M-16 toting marines standing around what appeared to be a man on his knees.
Your fearless adventurers glanced at the scene and back at each other with looks of shear terror wondering whether to jump on the throttle and hope they couldn’t catch us (unlikely) or hop off and see what it might take to talk our way out of whatever trouble we’d stumbled into. As we decided facing the music was our best hope and began dismounting the bikes the man on his knees beckoned us in with a loud, friendly voice and the marine commander let out a chuckle. The man, it turned out, was Coco and had in fact lost his legs to diabetes, or in his words, bad circulation.
Indescribably relieved we brought the bikes in, grabbed two Tecates and spent one of the more surreal nights of our lives listening to Coco’s insane stories, alien sighting reports, hollering into the darkness to hear his voice bounce and bob around his mountains and giving us a hard time for anything he could think to.