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Baja
Baja California is also bigger than it looks on the map and some of it's flat and very boring and with long ruler straight roads with nothing to amuse you, hold the throttle and look out for cows.
James, my former host did not, and broke bones and his bike and a cow.
Going over the mountains is always fun and there are lots of them around.
The first night was spent at thge Old Mill outside st Quintin.
I got adopted by 7 yanks who were down there fishing, after all Baja is their home turf.
I got: beer, more beer, food, more beer and good company.
They got: me.
The were a motley bunch: American, Mexican, Chinese, Salvadorian, Argentinian and to top that 1 pcs Swede.
United nations in a nutshell.
Of course I had to defend the Swedish way and our welfare and tax system.
We had fun and loads of good laughs.
And showing pics of our kids, one of the Mexicans has a daughter that would make Rafael, the painter, wet himself, if he was alive that is.
Beautiful is not enough, stunning might be more approriate.
Out came the vodka and soon they started
dropping off, early fishing the next day.
I was not feeling very bushy tailed in the morning, probably something wrong with the food. Hahah.
Next leg is Guerrero Negro , a rather longish trip but without any stops on the way because there's only on hotel and that's a good 100 of uncle Sam's best green backs.
There's a sign on the road as you leave the last town, No gas for the next 315 km, what a pain as I can barely get 280 km out of mine, when filled to the brim.
But no problems, the natives were flogging gas, half way.
In my humble opinion Guerro Negro sucks, big time at that.
Starts with a mini sand storm when I get there and nowhere to eat so I had some crummy empanada for dinner.
Nothing worth seeing or maybe I just missed all of it, whatever.
Next morning as I go to Santa Roasalia I'm reminded of what the land lady said in San Quintin a long very boring straight with nothing to amuse you.
Santa Rosalia is nice though but what's not nice is that the orange beast has developed a severe case of high idle
3,5 k rpm= no engine brake, not so much fun in the mountains or in tight bends.
I chicken out and decide to turn back to the US but would rather have it put in the back of a truck.
I get some contact who's going to sort it out for me getting me a truck that is, they want to put the bike in the back of a pick up and drive to Tijuana for a good 10000 pesos.
But being cheap I want to wait for one of the million trucks that go up and down Baja at break neck speed.
I spend some hours in these guys truck repair shop which looks a lot more like a junk yard than anything else.
In the end I get tired of waiting and ask them to call me and I go to find a hotel.
Santa Rosalia is filled with people, mother's day, and they cruise around town, up and down the streets.
I start talking to acouple of Mexican blokes, who promptly invite me to go beer dinking with them, we have a few...
But I have a plan, if the truck guys haven't called me by midnight
I'll go by the shop in the morning and if they're not there I'll go for bust and try to drive up to the good ole' US of A in the morning.
They don't call and neither are they at the shop so I set forth with the hope that I'm not doing anything stupid, like killing myself.
11 hrs later I'm a cat's whisker south of Ensenada, alive and a 750 km from Santa R.
Phew what a long day and my arse is very sorry.
I decide to reward myself for having saved 10000 pesos and having survived.
A cold beer would be nice so I go to the local "pub" and barely having got my first an old mexican guy trots up to the bar and insists that he wants to buy me another beer, amazing.
And who am I to disappoint him, cheers.
Next day a quickie up to Ramona where the best KTM shop is supposed to be.
Just one little matter stands between me and the US, the border!!!
Queues longer than anything, old European East block waiting for rubber boots or something but with 35 C and in balck
gear it's not suc much fun or rather a very sweaty affair, but on a bike you can sneak by and soon I'm across.
I take out a new insurance on the bike, just cancelled the old one and go north to Ramona.
Not so many pics, as my good Samsung decided to die.
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