Thursday 8th June – De Pobre A Rico (From Rags to Riches)

Cleo woke us, just like a kid on Christmas morning, climbing into her parents’ bed to inform them it was morning and time to open the presents! We obliged, opening the back door to a clearing marine fog over the waves. We all used the bathroom before retreating back into the van for a couple…

Wednesday 7th June – No Necesitamos Planos (We Don’t Need Plans)

Our camp had been perfect except for the 2am wake up call from the policia. Cleo’s growls were our first warning, but the real awakening happened when we saw the bright headlights shined at us and a male voice shouting something. Dan was faster to react than me, quickly grabbing some pants and shouting “Una…

Monday 5th June – Guerrero Negro (Negro Town)

It was a nice change to be woken up by the sun, even though it meant we were out of bed by 7am. First sunrise in the Baha. Perfect. I got myself comfortable in my chair at the back of the car wearing only my underwear and being just warm enough thanks to the early…

Saturday 3rd June – La Baja Quinientos (The Baja 500)

We snoozed in bed until we heard the first motor race past us at around 8am. When we looked out the rear window, we fond a family of three cars and a few tents had camped right on our door step so we were a bit pissed about that until we emerged from the van…

Friday 2nd June – Explorar Fiesta (Scouting Party)

Despite my deepest wishes, the fog remained when we woke in the morning. Dan was on breakfast duty so I stayed in bed blogging as he made hot chocolate, then an onion, egg, beans and cheese burrito. Partway through this process, Ismael arrived. He’d unlocked the gate and came to see if we were interested…