After the trauma of being stuck in the mud, I head North to Loreto and stay in a nice hotel on the beach. Here I shower and sleep a lot.
I trundle up to Mulege and camp in an orange orchard.
The place is buzzing with Hummingbirds and loads of other feathered friends.
I spend 2 days among the orange tress and then trundle up to San Ignacio to watch Wales.
OK at last we get to the Wales.
The people sitting beside me in the boat were from Wales. His name was Geraint.
Post Wales, I camp by a lagoon.
More Wales, this time in Guerrero Negro. It is extraordinary. We are surrounded by Wales who are in no way afraid. Indeed they seem to like creeping up on the boat to erupt with much spray right alongside.
I said: “How can you say such a thing?”
You have to do this!
The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond 
I am so enjoying your travels!!
Good to hear that you escaped Mud World with all its diplomatic problems. California Gray Whales – interestingly close to the boats – how large were the boats? Like the variety of hummingbirds!
The boats are about 24 ft. Much smaller than the whales. They like to come alongside and then dive under the boat. Amazing! Equally amazing is the reach of the internet. I am writing this in a fly blown cafe near Catavinia, remember Catavinia? You get an hour of WiFi for $1.
I thought the boat was pretty small – good that the whales were in a friendly mood! Don’t remember Catavina – did we go there? I notice that there’s a rock outcrop just up the road which supposedly has ancient rock art but the presence of graffiti saying “kill the hippies” does make me wonder just how ancient it really is! Maybe you should investigate?