I think Aussie Dan got itchy feet first, but after a few days we were ready to move on.
I had a friend in Todos Santos, and artist community about an hour from La Paz on the west coast of the Peninsula, and we made a beeline for there.I think Aussie Dan got itchy feet first, but after a few days we were ready to move on.
I had a friend in Todos Santos, and artist community about an hour from La Paz on the west coast of the Peninsula, and we made a beeline for there. The town was a really quaint old place, dating back to the 18th century. The were galleries, coffee shops, and restaurants a lovely square, an old Theatre, and the Hotel California, one of many of the Hotel California’s that claim, rightly or wrongly, to be the namesake of the Eagles song of the same name.
We met up with my mate Adrian at one of the town’s coffee shops, and he led us 10km out of town to Pescadero, and the Pescadero surf camp, where we rented a Casita for three days, which turned into a week, then two weeks, then 17 days!
Our extended stay was in part due to the beautiful Pacific beaches that surrounded us, which definitely had a hold over us, but also, we had for the first time, bike trouble!
I went down first when the Harley developed an oil leak. I ignored it a t first, but it bugged me, so, begrudgingly, I rode down to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico’s Benidorm, and took the bike into the Harley Dealer for a once over.
The mechanic asked me to leave the bike with him for an hour. An hour later, he asked me for 2 hours. When I went back at 4pmn, the bike was in bits! The mechanic told me he couldn’t find the oil leak, and would have to look again tomorrow. Thankfully, the owner of the Harley shop was an exceedingly helpful American, and he agreed to lend me a bike to get me home on while the mechanic, whose name was Jesus, worked on my bike.
I rode the loaner home, and told the Aussies the bad news. We were stuck!
Then, more trouble, the Aussies, on their way back from a day doing the time share scam in Cabo San Lucas, broke down. Their KLR had run completely dry, not a drop of oil in the tank, about 2 km outside of Cabo.
So the four of us found ourselves stranded in paradise, could have been worse!