Criss-cross

We left Guerrero Negro to cross back over to the east side, ready to escape the town and find the wilds of the desert again, which we duly did. After the first day we camped in a particularly prickly spot a little way off the highway, forcing us to carry our bikes to protect the tyres and making us realise how many things we have that rely on not having holes in (water bags, sleeping mats, tent, tyres etc)!

After an easy second day we arrived in San Ignacio at lunch time, where we sat in the very pleasant town square for the afternoon, chatting to fellow travellers and resting the legs. Lync arrived, followed by a couple from Germany – Retna and Patrick, also on bikes. They had just walked the continental divide from Mexico to Canada and now they are cycling to Argentina…as you do!

We pushed on towards Santa Rosalia, feeling like we have friends on the road as we could see cyclists up ahead (Ratna and Patrick) and a cyclist behind (Lync) we also had many friendly toots and waves from people in vans who we had met in the square the day before. The hills and the head wind were pretty hectic, making it very hard going, I took up my old ways and started swearing at the hills…this doesn’t make them any easier, but it does make me feel better. Pushed through Santa Rosalia to a beautiful spot right on the beach at San Lucas.

Watched a spectacular sunrise to bring in my birthday and cycled the short hop to the green and lush town of Mulege where we swam, drank beer, ate cake and relaxed for the afternoon before going out for a meal. There was a birthday party at the restaurant and when they sang happy birthday I pretended it was for me and Sam inserted my name…wouldn’t know the difference !