This post has been much awaited and I apologize for not writing sooner. As many of you know I am Joslyn and I have taken a plunge into travelers paradise as I join Adam on this grand adventure. I did not come to Mexico with a bike but after graduating I felt extra lucky.
I arrived with a gigantic green duffel that I have carried around for a while backpacking through other parts of the world. It was strange because instead of having a 65 liter backpack inside I had four poorly packed panniers inside that desperately wanted their rightful place on a bike. That night we stayed in a fairly cheap hotel and enjoyed the christmas decorations along with a nativity scene that was missing Jesus! Although it makes more sense than not, we were nonetheless shocked and were relieved when jesus was placed in the manger Christmas morning.
Los Cabos is a town clean as can be with a empty but heavy presence of toursim, foriegn art and expensive restaurants that mostly appeal to the retired American. All encompassing a local people who are ready at 7 am to sell and create thiungs that would appeal to tourists; a hint of mexican tradition but not too different from home. Blasting 80s and 90s hair band music from shops, most of the shop owner speak excellent English and even shout out colloquials like “you know you wanna get in here!”. One thing I expected but not to the extent of which it was present, was what are called big box stores, mega marts where you can buy anything for a low price. They inhabit large sections of land with equally as large parking lots of which are never full. Some of Walmarts cousins are called Sobriana, Mega, Ley, Chedderaui… We walked a few miles each day in hopes of finding a used gear shop with the perfect sized bike but were unlucky.The town took christmas very seriously as what seemed like every house had typical christmas characters, like mickey mouse, in form of blow up dolls which flopped around day and night.
We had arrived to Los Barriles after my first session of hitchicking in Mexico, which took a while but were finally picked up by a retiree of sorts who was a restuarant owner and a real estate agent in Los Barriles. After that the bike hunt began and we posted a sign in a Rv-windsurfer community which indicated that we were looking for a bike. We stayed on the beaches at night and by the kindness of a couple named Bob and Sara, were adoped for a short time. I also very excited to see Mason again and hang out with him. I remember falling asleep to the cool ocean breeze, the light of the crackling fire, and the stars above. This trip was already amazing!
December 23rd we decided to leave the company of Sara and Bob and as we were leaving (without a bike for me), Sara called us back and said “look!” I began to feel giddy with excitment, it was an old turquiose specialized Rock Hopper with hot pink writing, with a back rack and happened to be Saras bike which she had sold the year previous. Somehow, Sarendipitously it came back just at the right moment (donated to me)! We recieved a couple of goodie bags from Sara which we used quite fast while waiting for a ride. We caught a ride to La Paz with my new friend and no name with a pleasant local guy in a small small truck. I got to sit on Adams lap which was the most comfortable seat ever!
After arriving to La Paz we rested our heads at the home of a warm showers host where we could wash clothes and sleep. For christmas eve, we biked to Balandra and camped out at one of the coves which had crisp light blue water perfect for lounging in. Christmas day we enjoyed ourselves on a nearby beach called Tecolote where we met a very aimiable and generous couple (of which one was a cyclist) at a small eatery. They insisted on getting us a meal and a drink as we exchanged travel stories and life stories, the kind you dont wanna miss. We slept on the beach and enjoyed the Beatles as we cooked a curry for dinner. The day after christmas we moved on to the Pension Baja California which was much like a hostel in that it had a kitchen in the common area with ammenities. I also got to try my first fish taco in mexcio and was not disappointed, muy delicioso! We looked far and wide along the streets of La paz for bicycle parts to fix her up but to no avail, we hope that the Mazatlan will have the parts I need.
Since then we have been biking around La paz and feel like real locals already, going to our favorite “spots” to grab food or a beer. Needless to say, I must thank Adam for being patient with me as I learn to bike with panniers and move around in traffic. We have met two other groups of cycle tourers who are also looking to cross, one of which has started in Alaska and the other in Canada. To catch a boat to Mazatlan we were told to go to one of the local Marinas where a group of cruisers would chat and have morning coffee as well as talk on the radio that brought up announcements everymorning. We tryed that, along with a post for two days until we were kindly pointed in the direct of a couple who were believed to be leaving soon. We approached their gleaming yacht to ask if a ride was possible. They invited us in and said “of course!” . Having caught a ride we only wait to depart and are excited to see more of Mexico.
Tonight is the New Year and as we pass through time it is easy to forget that the adherence to time itself, sometimes clouds our ability to enjoy the present moment.
Happy New Year!