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.
You have to do this!