The truck is fixed, we load up, have a Chinese meal on Irvine and then take Lazlo to Martha’s parent’s house.
It is the 26 th of December at 9:00 pm when we point the mighty Range Rover South. She smells the night air, shakes herself down and takes off. Ben and James drive all night and 5:00am finds us sleeping by the roadside by the border in San Diego. We have to get Mexican insurance and no office is open yet. New Mexican border at Tijuana, which is very smart and then Mexico!
Noise, busted cars, trash, colors, nobody kills us and cuts our heads off. Don’t they like us?
Down the coastal highway, which has wonderful views over the Pacific, to Ensenada to buy fresh shrimp in the Fish Market.
South ,South through the mountains of northern Baja, down to the fertile area around St Quintin, which is the er biggest, most productive, can’t find the right adjective here, tomato growing place in the world. The British set up a colony here in 1890 but drought ruined their plans and all that is left is a graveyard, which we could not find.
We head off-road at El Rosario and camp by an estuary full of duck and White faced Ibis.
We eat fresh shrimp tortillas and drink Pabst Blue Ribbon , which is wonderfully cold because it is freezing outside.
The coyotes howl at the full moon and the Ibis squawk at the duck who quack back.
Yesterday I was in Okinawa.