Part Sixteen: Mid Baja California – Santa is Dead/ Santa Lives


23rd December (San Quintin – El Rosaria) (62km)

The traffic has become a lot lighter now and the ride 50km down the coast is a breeze. The road then cuts inland to El Rosario. Lobster Burritos at Mama Rosalita’s Restaurant (“world famous” reportedly) are not too bad at all. Have taken a motel room with a decent bed in the hope of knocking this cold on the head. Mama’s inexplicably has a tin dinosaur T-Rex out the front.

The whole story really
Prime Real Estate

24th December (El Rosaria – Camping) (85km)

This morning is what cycling is all about. A long desert road in the middle of Mexico on a cool clear sunny day with little traffic other than the odd truck or camper. What’s more there is energy back in the legs and breath in the lungs. Quite a long and gentle rise of 500 metres to start out of El Rosaria for 35 km and then an undulating plateau through the desert for another 50km. Lunch (more tacos) at an oasis cafe out in the middle of nowhere. Through the afternoon the wind picked up and and by 2pm was so strong that it was literally blowing the bike sideways off the road in places. Found a nice little shoe horse in the hills far enough away from the road to avoid attention in which to make camp and cook up the pasta, bed down and await the arrival of Santa. Oh, how the rest of the non-hardcore adventure cycling fraternity out there in their comfortable beds must be holding their collective personhoods cheap tonight for not being out here in the wilds under the stars with me.

T-Rex?
El Rosalita Taco Shop

25th December (Camping – Camping near turn off at lake) (94km)

No Santa.  Santa is dead and Christmas this year has been cancelled due to lack of interest.  Today started out as an examination of character.  With the prospect of getting across the remaining plateau before the wind starts up and before an anticipated long downhill to the flat seaside road beyond, I pedaled off early bemoaning the non-arrival of Santa, yet brim full of intent.  Ten minutes later I had a flat tire (a thorn gathered from my camping retreat) and then managed to pinch the tube twice while trying to fix it causing two more punctures.  Enough to prompt a quiet, considered and substantial dump.  An hour later and off again and it was not too long before the wind (Easterly) started in again only this time even stronger.  If the road turned east it was nigh on impossible to make headway into the wind. Turning South-East one could almost keep the bike from blowing off the side of the road yet forward motion was possible.  Turning South the wind became a tail wind.  The day’s progress therefore turned markedly with every twist in the road. At mid afternoon, a broken man, I found a boulder and huddled behind it to shelter from the onslaught for an hour.  To top it off I chose the worst camping site in living memory.  The wind then blew up untrammeled across the adjacent huge dry lake bed and blasted up and across my campsite lifting the tent with it. Through into the night I sat in the tent battening hatches thinking the next big blast would launch all and sundry into the ether.

More Desert
North Baja Desert

26th December (Camping – Guerrero Negro) (180km)

The wind must have calmed sometime during the night as I did in fact get to sleep after re-pegging the tent for so many hours. Was awakened by the start up and the renewal of the flapping of the tent. The day’s cycling was then something to relish. 180km, that’s right, 180km which is well over the old tonne in miles and a new record for your correspondent. Over the plateau and then blasted out onto the plain and into Guerrero Negro just on dusk. Checked into the place that has the whale watching tours (Mellimarro) and there, on the restaurant roof top is Santa. Yes, Santa must have given me this day. He does move in mysterious ways it seems. Santa is indeed lord of all.

Santa Lives
More Desert
Road Through Desert

27th December (Guerrero Negro)

Whale Watching out in the bay this morning was very nice indeed.  Loads of Gray whales migrate from Alaska to the coast of Baja each year to breed.  The whales came close and in one instance right under our boat (they like to use the boats to scratch I’m told).  The seals were a bonus.  They evidently have to build up a lot of speed in the water to make the leap up onto the buoy – where they can then luxuriate to recover from the exertion (I empathize as I  rest up in the hotel here).

Whale Tail
Seals

9 thoughts on “Part Sixteen: Mid Baja California – Santa is Dead/ Santa Lives

  • Go Buffy go…….your christmas day sounds so much better than my boring ingesting of ham, chicken, prawns, trifle, stuffing, chocolates, toberlone, beer, wine, whiskey, and off to sleep in my boring old king size clean sheeted bed, you are d man

  • Nice stuff Ken. For Christmas dinner I selected a tinned chili con-carne combination over a machine turned vermicelli base. To give a warm and deep texture in the sauce we chose a minestrone soup powder and just for winter we added a delicate drizzle of spam squares to gave it that extra zing. The perfect drink was a difficult selection but in order to compliment yet not overpower the complexity of the sauce I selected a light and airy cola from the coka cavern with just a hint of pepper-corn, lavender and dust in the upper notes.

  • That comment about the “non-hardcore cycling fraternity out there” wouldn’t happen to be directed at someone like me would it?! I’ll have you know I cycled into the murderous cartel lands twice and the second to protect you! I was in a comfortable bed, however. And Santa did arrive too… many beers were had and a raucous Christmas dinner of potatoes and beans was had. Happy New Year Buff3ster… may the wind push you south!

  • great blogs as usual,happy to hear your cold has subsided and you have got your cycling legs back. say hi to mr. bus and mr. lorry, i kinda miss there american cousin mr RV!

  • Buff3y,

    Ran into you in Guerrero Negro enjoying some tasty scallops, love the blog and looking forward to tracking your progress. Hopefully you made Loretto for new years. Best of luck with the trip!

    PS – where can I find your thesis?

    Cabo Chris

  • Hiya, Cara here, Kens wife. YOu make me laugh! Every time I read your blog it makes me laugh …. except what about that poor dog that you hit with the stone! Although I have to admit that Ken and I have often satisfied our desire to make another poor creature suffer more than us by shooting with an air rifle at a pack of dogs that have kept us awake all night by their sexual activity!! (in the Solomon Islands – not here in Santa zone Wellington Point!) Keep blogging and you may have my two mates with their daughter meet up with you in S America on their bikes! They set off from here 10th Jan. So jealous – can we join you on your next epic journey!

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