This morning at breakfast was the first time we were approached with the smooth introduction to our opportunity to make a "lifestyle investment"! Timeshares have often gotten a bad rap so they are constantly renaming them to once again sound attractive. We declined.
We took some laundry over to a near by cleaner and 90 pesos later we assured all would be ready, clean and folded in just a few hours.
After breakfast we just kicked back a little. A little wondering around town, and a little sittin in the shade reading. We have a busy afternoon planned and didn't want to get started too early.
Around about 3:00 we headed off toward San Jose del Cabo and off to find the coastal dirt road that would take us back to Zac's for taco Tuesday.
The road we were looking for was one that we had taken the previous year. It follows the path of the rugged coastline and provides a fantastic view of the beginning stages of the Sea of Cortez. We thought that perhaps we could catch a glimpse of some of the whales that are plentiful in the area this time of year. Alas, no whales spotted but we have many more miles to travel…
Darned if we didn't find a great little spot enroute that provided a perfect prefunc. Buzzard Bar & Grill was just right. Nice little place and friendly people. We did sample some unique hors d' oeuvres along with a couple of libations before continuing on to our intended destination.
Zac's did not disappoint. Lovely as usual. Beef, shrimp and fish tacos satisfied our appetites.
We head back toward Cabo just as the sun is setting. The twilight provides a beautiful backdrop to the now silhouetted mountains in the near distance. I wish a photo could have captured properly what the eye could see.
Needed to fill up the gas tank to get back to our hotel and to begin our trek back north tomorrow. No problem; plug in the address of the hotel into the GPS and tell it to find us a gas station on the way. The Pemex she selects is just off the roadway on a dirt road.
In most of Baja, anything that is not the main highway, is dirt road so we think nothing of it.
We continue on along the dirt road after filling up. There seems to be quite a network of dirt roads in this particular area and although I think I am on the correct path, things must have somehow gotten slightly off kilter.
Before long we find ourselves underneath the highway that the GPS now assumes we are on, bouncing along in the draw. It's dark by now and a little hard to get a good sense of the terrain. We keep going until we spot a river crossing our path just up ahead and realize that our current heading won't provide the results we were hoping for. Attempts to retrace our route in reverse doesn't go well either, because of the tangle of trails to choose from. The wondering vaca (cow) adds to the urban feel.
Luckily we spot a local, walking home from work, through the same draw that we now realize we are pretty hopelessly lost in. We offer him a ride in exchange for helping us, help him to get out of this place.
Worked like a charm! He had an English vocabulary of about two words which seemed to be better that we were able to do. Somehow, in spite of the lack of in depth conversation he was able to get himself closer to his casa and us out of the draw and back on the highway. We thanked each other and headed in our respective directions.
Fun day and even more unforgettable experiences.
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