Around The World In 80 Waves

The hotel I find has wi-fi but more importantly a bar where I enjoy some food, beer and margaritas. I get chatting to a retired couple from Austria who are on their third visit to Baja and enjoying the whale watching. The whales had come so close to their boat that they actually touched one earlier in the day.

I am also chatting to an American fisherman called Dave, who reminds me so much of my own friend Paul Matthews in North Wales. If I have the wave crave he is totally hooked on fishing, and is currently driving south for the winter to do some surf casting at a break he has heard of where 50lb Bass are frequently caught. It is an annual pilgrimage for him and he has brought his dog Zorra along with him, who entertains me by following her nose and running into somebody else’s room and creating an issue, when a waiter carries in some room service that the guest staying in the room had ordered. By the time I turn in, my legs have practically seized up and I am aching all over from the day’s events, which had only just started with digging a car out of a beach with a plate!

I sleep the sleep of the righteous though and am slow out of bed in the morning. As I am loading up one side of the car which is parked outside the hotel by the army barracks I close the door where upon the car decides to lock itself with the keys still inside! I can not F-ing believe my luck. I am really on a bad roll!!! I think the little green surf machine was just letting me know that I needed to treat it better, but it can think itself lucky there was nothing heavy to hand because I was about to go supernova on it!

I have to wait for the locksmith, but while I do I make a new friend who comes along to cheer me up.

Also just as the locksmith has finished, who should turn up but the two German cyclists I had met the day before. They aren’t stopping here but are headed my way so there is every chance I will see them again, possibly further south in Mexico or Guatemala so we hope to see one and other further down the road.

I take so long catching up on blog updates and sorting the latest car drama that it is already 4pm. I decide this is a holiday after all and after the last couple of days I need some rest so stay another night rather than just rushing off towards the horizon once more with only an hour of daylight to make headway. A big group of motorcyclists from Holland arrive and I have great night talking with them in the bar about road trips and motorbikes in general.