Latitud 28
(DAY004 : Bahia de San Quintan - Guerrero Negro : 275 miles)
I left Bahia de San Quintin at around 9:45, after the temprature went up and coffee kicked in. Left over churros from La Buffadora became breakfast. I did have more than enough time to make it to San Ignacio, but when I start playing with a camera time flies. I spent 2 hours setting up a rig, then did not even use it. Somewhere else, I rode back a few miles so I wouldn't later regret not taking a picture of that cool cactus. Then I got lost looking for it (!)
"Now where's the road dammit?!"
When we found the cactus, Katirga got this bad itch on her tummy, and that's the only reason why you see her laying down below. I had a spare of everything, 3 cans of Tecate, but not a drop of water to drink (very smart, I know). It took a lot of tummy scratching, and I was really happy when we finally got her 290kg butt back up.
Shortcomings of a short side stand and short legs.
I had only laid her down gently, but I ended up with broken "crash" bars which now rattle and drive me nuts. Will have to get 'em welded somewhere.
Today's run is through a desert without gas stations, and it's critical to not miss the guys selling gas from jugs. Believe it or not, the guys are marked on my map! Gas stations in Mexico are run by the government under the Pemex brand. As Frankie (the night security at Jardine's) recalls, the stations in this region were closed about 20 years ago because their operators were adding water to the gas. A very strange action of principle, if that's what it really is.
Calavina Petrol. 35 pesos a gallon.
I also saw an accident on the road today. A van flipped on its side, people still in shock, a kid still inside. Then I saw how long it took help to show up, unless the ambulance I saw on the way 2 hours later was rushing to another accident. But what else could you expect in the middle of a desert?
That principle I was talking about... Well, I rode until 6pm tonight, 1 hour in darkness, so I could reach somewhere. In Guerrero Negro, at latitude 28, I'm checking in to a King Suite for $55, as it's the only room with heater, and the heater is the only reason it's called a suite.
The King Suite.
I left Bahia de San Quintin at around 9:45, after the temprature went up and coffee kicked in. Left over churros from La Buffadora became breakfast. I did have more than enough time to make it to San Ignacio, but when I start playing with a camera time flies. I spent 2 hours setting up a rig, then did not even use it. Somewhere else, I rode back a few miles so I wouldn't later regret not taking a picture of that cool cactus. Then I got lost looking for it (!)
"Now where's the road dammit?!"
When we found the cactus, Katirga got this bad itch on her tummy, and that's the only reason why you see her laying down below. I had a spare of everything, 3 cans of Tecate, but not a drop of water to drink (very smart, I know). It took a lot of tummy scratching, and I was really happy when we finally got her 290kg butt back up.
Shortcomings of a short side stand and short legs.
I had only laid her down gently, but I ended up with broken "crash" bars which now rattle and drive me nuts. Will have to get 'em welded somewhere.
Today's run is through a desert without gas stations, and it's critical to not miss the guys selling gas from jugs. Believe it or not, the guys are marked on my map! Gas stations in Mexico are run by the government under the Pemex brand. As Frankie (the night security at Jardine's) recalls, the stations in this region were closed about 20 years ago because their operators were adding water to the gas. A very strange action of principle, if that's what it really is.
Calavina Petrol. 35 pesos a gallon.
I also saw an accident on the road today. A van flipped on its side, people still in shock, a kid still inside. Then I saw how long it took help to show up, unless the ambulance I saw on the way 2 hours later was rushing to another accident. But what else could you expect in the middle of a desert?
That principle I was talking about... Well, I rode until 6pm tonight, 1 hour in darkness, so I could reach somewhere. In Guerrero Negro, at latitude 28, I'm checking in to a King Suite for $55, as it's the only room with heater, and the heater is the only reason it's called a suite.
The King Suite.
posted by Serdar at
11:28 PM
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