Well, you probably thought the last blog was the end, but as I sit here in the airport enjoying my last cold Pacifico, I’m inspired to write…

to write about the blue skies, the warm ocean water, the people I met, the places I rolled through and the thankfulness I have for being able to experience what I did. It was a wonderful adventure! I’m grateful for every bit of it… the heat, the cold, the wind, the rain, the flat tires, the messages from family and friends – new and old, the Monarch butterfly that followed me and made it’s last appearance on the Cabo beach this morning.

I’m grateful that I’m returning unscathed to the pouring rain in Southern California. It’s all good. It’s a metaphor for life. It’s the good and the bad, the highs and the lows, the challenges and the conquests, the smiles and the tears… the balance of nature, the Yin and Yang of life.

So as we begin boarding, I thank you for following me and reading my rants. It’s been my pleasure to share my thoughts with you. Have a Wonderful Day!

It may be the end of this rainbow, but I’m looking forward to discovering the pot of gold waiting for me! 🙂

After rolling out of Los Barriles and reaching San Jose del Cabo yesterday, I wanted to share some pics I took around Los Barriles. According to the locals, it is a Gringo Retirement Community. Looking around, they’re right. But I would add “Active” to that. I see many American and Canadian men and women walking, jogging and biking. On the water, many kite board and wind surf. The weather here is opposite of the states and above. For the most part, it is great weather through the winter and then it gets hot! That is when most people migrate north to their other homes, only to return next winter.

I did see younger people and know this is a common thoroughfare for the hiking and biking travelers. To me, this town is ripe for a hostel. If anyone is interested in the numbers to determine if this would be a good investment, please contact me. 🙂

I also wanted to share some pics of the food I was forced to eat in this “3rd World Country.” Survival has been challenging. Lol

Thank you Sally for a wonderful stay in Los Barriles! I will definitely be back!

Thank you all for following me on this adventure! I’ll be flying back to Southern California today, where I’ll begin compiling a book of this adventure! Thank you for your words of encouragement. I’ll be sure to let you know when my book will be available! And back in a box she goes…

People keep asking what is next for me; what grand adventure is up my sleeve; what challenge(s) am I going to take on? I’ve thought about it quite a bit, and decided to take on the challenge of real life. Not that this isn’t real life, but the adventurer, the wanderer in me sometimes longs for the creature-of-habit patterns of the day to day grind.

For those patterns, those putting-in-the-time behavioral efforts are what get things done in this world. I definitely understand that and find comfort in behavioral patterns, but when I began this journey, my longtime roles of provider and protector were no longer needed as my kids are off on their own, living wonderful, productive lives – as they were raised to. I couldn’t be prouder of them, but I definitely felt a bit lost without them aound.

As I’ve wandered and explored, making connections with other adventurers and travelers, as well as artists, musicians, health care workers, innkeepers, vendors, chefs, fishermen, housekeepers, attorneys, craftsmen, jewelry makers, and even Unicorns – I’ve discovered that we are all the same, we are all looking for the same thing – our place in this world, the place we fit in; peace, love, happiness and a good wine to toast with when we find that place within our heart that tells us we’re home.

And so I will return in a couple of days to all of the gathered treasures I’ve accumulated through my life that are neatly packed and stored in storage, organized and labeled, inventoried and recorded in a wide ruled composition notebook.

And with these treasures I will begin a new phase of my life. I will determine what I no longer need. Well… after carrying everything I NEED with me on my bike, I should say, “no longer want.” I will determine which items are merely a reminder of a life that no longer exists and which items will help propel me toward the future I will be creating. It’s an exciting thought to start fresh, to begin anew.

As I will begin anew, I will be helping others begin anew. For those of you who may think I’m merely a story telling bike rider, I am a Real Estate Broker by trade. I will be helping sellers sell – to move on to the next phases of their lives, and I will help buyers find their perfect home that doesn’t exist – but will exist when we find a home that meets their needs and will become the perfect home when they add their own loving touches to it.

So if you know anyone interested in buying or selling real real estate, I’d be honored to help them. I am licensed to do real estate throughout California and if you are outside of California, I can help you find a good agent in the state/area needed. Again, I’d be honored to help. Chris@RELUST8.com

As far as my bike, tomorrow, after covering the last 55 miles of this adventure and reaching the bike shop in Cabo where I know I can find an empty bike box, I’m considering another option… selling my bike to them. Who knows, maybe they know someone who is ready for their own bike touring adventure. This bike has been good to me. Not even one flat tire through Baja! But I know that I like my Scott mountain bike more. I like my feather light road bikes more. I like my fat tire bikes more. And I know this bike has given me memories that can’t be replaced… but my Tibetan Prayer Flag pole goes with me!

Thank you for following me on this journey. This journey of exploration – out, about and within. 🙂

In the wee hours of the night, I lay here thinking about Gold, Silver and Jewels – about the things and people we treasure in our lives. I think about past relationships, those that had their days of glory and slipped away to become memories – those recorded thoughts that define our lives. I think about friends and relatives experiencing health issues, job losses and other personal challenges.

These thoughts have me tossing and turning in a little AIRBNB room in Los Barriles, a little town northeast of Cabo. I feel very fortunate to be here and to be feeling healthy enough to be on this journey. As we all age, we are all experiencing changes within our bodies. These bodies that were once younger, stronger and more durable. But as it’s been said, nothing lasts forever. All we have is now to make the most of it. All we have is now to appreciate our blessings, our loved ones and those around us.

This AIRBNB room is attached to an art gallery, which is attached to a little restaurant that serves healthy, gourmet food – not your typical Baja taco stand. This colorfully designed building is the realized vision of Sally Lask, a 68 year old Ex-Pat (the term used for Americans who checked out and moved to another country). Sally has lived in Los Barriles for over 30 years and has been exploring Baja with her dad since she was a child. She told me about her dad, how he once rode a burro from Tijuana to San Ignacio long before the roads were paved. She told me how he rode an old Indian motorcycle down here in the 50’s. She’s even gave me one of the last paperback books she has that her dad wrote. I look forward to reading it.

Sally has been sharing many stories with me while she painted her art – and I painted. I offered to help her fix a few things while I’m here, and one of the projects is repainting a couple of doors and door frames in the art gallery. She gave me creative freedom, so I’m having fun doing it. I guess you can say my paintings can be seen in an International art gallery! Lol.

Moments like these are the essence of this adventure; the opportunity to share thoughts and dreams with others; to see art – whether it be paintings or a wood sculpture of Don Quixote;

to ride my bike down streets in little towns with the cool air blowing through my thinning hair as I go to the mercado (market) for munchies and a bottle of inexpensive Argentinean wine. These are moments to treasure and make you want to shout out and share with the world – like time you fell in love with another person’s soul, knew it and couldn’t keep this revelation inside your head and heart.

Thank you for following me on this journey. I still have a few days left, so who knows what crazy thoughts will roll through my head before the roosters start crowing!

Pulling out of the Peace Hostel was like many other places I’ve stayed at along this journey, places that after staying a few days becomes like a home; a home where travelers come and go, a place where you can meet and greet fellow travelers, a place that makes you feel comfortable and welcome.

I wrote about hostels before, and I can’t help but bring up the topic again after discussing them with other travelers. The misconception in the United States is just that – a great misconception. But then again, maybe it’s the perspective of those who walk through the front doors willing to learn, grow and communicate – and those who don’t.
The thoughts from many who haven’t stayed in a hostel is that hostels are similar to homeless shelters, a place where college kids go for cheap accommodations. The opposite perspective is seen from those who have stayed in hostels. From my experience, hostels are full of travelers, not tourists. Travelers who realize that a clean bed and a warm shower is all they really need, travelers who want their money to go further, so their adventures can last longer.

If education or intelligence of those who frequent hostels is questioned, let me mention Skye who is a retired City Planner who lived in Arizona, then Hawaii and now lives in a quaint colonial town in central Mexico, who now considers herself an Artist. Skye had an art gallery and displays her work in various countries as well as organizes artist retreats in exotic locations.
I should also mention Marco from Switzerland who has been a banking IT analyst until he and his wife Sibylle decided to quit their jobs and explore the world for two years. Right now, they are only half way done with their adventure and have traveled throughout South America, Central America and Mexico. In a couple of weeks they will be flying to Australia and New Zealand to explore that part of the world for a while before completing their journey by exploring Asia.

A couple of nights ago, I looked around the common area and watched travelers playing chess, word games, blogging, journaling, making jewelry from ocean treasures and speaking in multiple languages. I felt fortunate to be there, sharing our adventures.

Yesterday I shared a ride with Skye and Emma from Germany to go visit La Ventana, a town known for its afternoon winds ideal for kite surfing and kite boarding. I’ve never seen so many athletes on the water at one time! Poetry in motion! While there, I gathered little pieces of coral I found all along the beach for Amanda, an entrepreneur who is forming a sky diving company down here. She is the one who was making the jewelry. In gratitude, she made a coral pendant especially for me! In turn, I gave her my buffalo bone hook pendant that I bought in Alaska at the beginning of this adventure.

Last night, I took some time to talk with Alex from the Yukon Territory of Canada. Alex is 21 and has biked from there to La Paz. From here he will be sailing to French Polynesia with some friends. This has been his first long bike ride as well. I’m impressed with his young age and adventurous soul.

This has been my first time visiting La Paz. It’s a fun town with much to do. Along the Malecon (boardwalk area along the beach) there are many impressive sea sculptures I had to photograph…

Today, I am heading to Los Barriles, a little beach town on the way to Cabo. Hopefully there are some snorkeling spots to explore. Otherwise I’ll be forced to work on my tan and eat shrimp tacos for a couple of days. 🙂

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As much as I’ve enjoyed this journey, this exploration of the world around me and the time to search within, I’m looking forward to its conclusion. I’m ready to go back to the day to day living with peace, vigor and excitement. I’m looking forward to doing more real estate. I’m looking forward to spending time forming another business. I’m looking forward to writing more. I’m looking forward to all of the possibilities and opportunities ahead – including the discovery of rare jewels and elusive Unicorns.

This trip was much needed. I had to escape from reality to figure out what was important to me, what was worth fighting for, what I want and don’t want in my life. I needed the time to think it through. I needed to experience having very few material items to depend on, to living as primitive as possible, to discovering that I do like the creature comforts of life. I look forward to traveling as I have in the past – sort of. I will still fly places and sometime drive, but I want to rent and ride bikes if I don’t have mine, and stay in hostels when possible. I want the interaction of travelers and tourists.
I’ve learned a lot. I’ve learned that it’s not how you travel, but that you do travel. I’ve learned that every situation and experience is a unique opportunity to learn and grow. I’ve learned that everyone has a story, everyone is on a different journey, and no matter what anyone thinks – it’s their journey, there is nothing wrong with it and it’s right for them in that moment in time.

And so I will go forward, judging less and accepting more. Deaming less, planning more. Buying less, saving more. Keeping less, giving more. Being annoyed less and appreciating more. I’m thinking about everything I need to do to manifest the life I want.

I was just talking with Sky, a lady staying here at the hostel in La Paz. She told me about her chiropractor, a holistic kind of guy. He said that we are all like a GPS when life is not manifesting as we think it should. As long as a GPS stays still, it doesn’t work; it can’t find better routes to where we want to go. But once we start moving, the route options start opening up to us. Sometimes we have to be willing to move forward even when we don’t exactly know where we are going. And when we do, life will show us the way.

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And so the countdown begins. Today is the 6th and I fly out of Cabo on the 16th. Considering I only have about 150 miles to go, I’ve decided to stay here in La Paz a few more days. It’s a nice town with much to do. I found the old town church yesterday and after asking a couple of people who do not speak English, I figured out the schedule for masses today. I think I’ll attend the 10:00am mass. It should be interesting as it will be in Spanish. Being raised Catholic, like most Catholics I can almost recite the whole mass word for word, so it shouldn’t be to difficult to comprehend… other than the sermon. That is where I will pick up a word here and there and hopefully get the jest of what he will be saying. Yeah, sometimes it would be good to speak Spanish.

There are other times when I find it best to not speak Spanish. Those times are when I go through the military checkpoints. I’ve heard from other bike riders that the soldiers went through all of their bags. They found nothing of course, but the inconvenience was a hassle. I’ve approached it from the “dumb American” angle, asking them for a cold cerveza with a smile on my face as soon as I pedal up. They laugh, and already think I’m crazy riding my bike through the Mexican desert. Once they realize communication isn’t going to happen, and it will be as difficult for them as it will be for me, they wave me forward, back into the desert, in search of that cold cerveza. Many people have said they are afraid of the armed soldiers at the checkpoints, but the reality is, they are there to maintain peace, not harass the tourists.

Yesterday was a fun day of exploring Playa Balandra, a local beach. I did a little snorkeling and took a few pictures. The water was clear and warm, very nice. Well, until the clouds blocked the sun and the winds picked up. At that point, it was time to head back into town.

A couple of nights ago at the hostel, there was a group of young Mexicans, all very well groomed and traveling to different places. One of the young men brought a large sweet bread/cake to the common area and started to explain the holiday approaching (which is today). This holiday is known as Rosca de Reyes. It’s a religious holiday celebrating the 3 kings who followed the star leading to baby Jesus. In Mexico, everyone gets a piece of cake and if they find a little plastic king in their piece, they must provide tamales for all. Marco, from Switzerland was standing near me and started to tell me about a similar tradition in Germany and Switzerland. There, this celebration is called Dreikönigskuchen (three kings cake). If you get a king in your piece, it is good luck. A world away and yet so similar. Christian backgrounds…

I attended the mass at the old church a couple of hours ago. An old Catholic church. Yes, I didn’t understand the words so much, but it was as it always has been. I knew when to sit, to stand, to kneel. And as expected, everyone around me, the young, the old, the well dressed and the not so well dressed, followed suit. So many thoughts raced through my mind, all related to church… My Mom’s funeral, my Grandparents’ funerals, my ex-wife walking down the aisle toward me, my daughter’s baptism and 1st Holy Communion, my cousin being ordained as a Catholic Priest, and a favorite story of mine being in church with my Grandparents… my Grampa pinching me and when I burst out in pain, he told my Gramma he was going to take me outside. Little did she know he took me across the street for a donut while he had coffee. Of course we made it back into church before mass ended. For someone who didn’t particularly like going to church, I will never forget there was standing room only in the same church – at his funeral. To me, that said it’s not about following rituals all your life, it’s how you live your life… it’s the joy and love you spread.

So this morning, as the church bells rang and the choir played the Christmas song about the 3 kings and a drummer boy… Pa Rum Pa Pa Pum… and the three young ladies sitting next to me recited the mass as they should, I saw the goodness of people, I saw a lady with a white beret who reminded me of an aunt who passed away, I saw my foundation, I saw the commonalities of people who gave up ego and joined together to celebrate a higher power. And me, who couldn’t understand – got it.

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Thank you Will (known as The Viking by the local senoritas) for your hospitality, your company and your friendship. You are the kind of friend that I know I will always see again.

With the clock ticking, time running out and a storm rolling in, I decided to skip pedaling the 225 miles from Loreto to La Paz. After all, it’s nothing but desert and twisty, shoulderless mountain roads.

I chose to take a bus from Loreto. In my stereotyping mind, I imagined the Baja buses to be run down with chickens and small goats on board. I was definitely wrong! The buses that run up and down the Baja penninsula are very nice and comfortable with no sign of chickens or goats anywhere.

An inner battle I experienced was to pedal or not to pedal. Would I be cheating? Shouldn’t I be fighting the wind, the rain, the hot, the cold and the inclines? Shouldn’t I throw caution to the wind and move my rearview mirror so I can’t see the rigs, buses and RV’s coming up behind me while I take up room in their lane? But then it came to me that there are no rules, that it’s ok to take the bus, that it would probably be foolish of me not to. There is no medal waiting for me in Cabo or California. The reward would be getting back safely and every experience is an opportunity to embrace change… which will occur with or without my consent.

When I started this journey, I sought change. I didn’t want to travel as I always had – which is to fly somewhere, rent a car and stay in a hotel. Isolation at its finest. I’ve accomplished making this change. I’ve reduced my needs to minimal space and weight. I’ve discovered how little I need to enjoy my surroundings, to discover the unique beauty, talents and attributes of the people I’ve come in contact with. I’ve experienced the beauty of seeing moose on the side of the road, bald eagles flying overhead and trees growing from rock crevices.

When I look at my many, many photos and I see pictures like the tree above, I think about the perseverance of nature. Can you imagine what we could accomplish if each of us had 1% of that perseverance?

Any which way, from the front seat vantage point of the bus, I enjoyed the view with my shoes kicked off, a bag of snacks at my feet and cell service most of the way allowing me to play scrabble games with friends as I rolled across the Mexican desert. It was quite luxurious after pedaling for days and battling a rash on my bottom from bicycle seat irritation. I must add that baby wipes are a must between showers! The things we never discuss…

On another note, I always appreciate the concern of others when they hear I am traveling alone and I typically laugh it off saying it’s okay, I have life insurance. There’s a bit of truth to that. It is okay and I do have life insurance. I feel fortunate that I can wander around another country where I can’t speak the language, but I’ve always found a way to communicate enough to get the message across. As far as life insurance, I have peace of mind knowing my loved ones will be provided for if anything happened. Like the carcasses I’ve seen alongside the road while pedaling, we all have an expiration date and having died before, I tend to look at every day as bonus time. So all in all, being dirty, sweaty and stinky sometimes while I pedal – is truly a gift to be embraced… until my terrible sense of smell let’s me know I’ve pushed humanitarian boundaries.

Having made it to La Paz before the storm, I decided to find a hostel to meet fellow travelers like I did in Alaska and Canada. I viewed my choices and chose the Peace Hostel. It’s a wonderful environment and I had the pleasure of spending last evening with two gentlemen from Germany and a couple from Switzerland – all backpacking. It was a fun evening of cooking together, discussing food, wine, places we’ve been, places we’ve yet to go, politics, perspectives, fears, life, death, prodigies, challenges, love and all that really doesn’t matter. A wonderful evening enhanced with Chilean wine and talk of the differences between tourists and travelers.

I like this town. I think I’ll explore for a few days and wait out the coming storm. Thank you for following me! If you’re new, click on the FOLLOW ME link in the menu and enter your email address to receive my coming blogs. Have a Great Day!

As I sit at a wooden table made from a large wire spool, the wind blowing the palm trees near me, the sky cloudy and grey, my hand-washed laundry drying on a rope stretched between two poles and church bells ringing in the distance, I am embracing the new year.

I have been here in Loreto, visiting my friend Will. Just a little over a year ago I was here and met the bike riders that inspired me to do this bike trek. It has definitely been an adventure. I have experienced all weather conditions, pedaled many miles, saw many beautiful things, met many wonderful people, thought many thoughts and discovered what I am capable of.

Tomorrow I’m heading to La Paz, where the weather isn’t much better than here, but it is closer to my final destination – San Jose del Cabo, where I will be catching a flight back to Southern California. If I hadn’t purchased a ticket already, I would probably head back sooner. This cooler weather isn’t what I expected. It’s all good though. It’s part of the journey.

While pedaling the other day, I came to realize that this bike ride is just like life itself. Sometimes we are faced with a mountain we must climb. There is no avoiding this obstacle, this time consuming challenge. After we muster up the strength to take it on, the road becomes steeper, the wind is blowing against us, the heat is making it harder, and the odds against us start to feel overwhelming, that thought of giving up crosses our mind. Right about then we are magically offered a short, strong gust of wind from behind that gives us temporary relief, hope and renewed faith that we can make it to the top. Sometimes that gust of wind/encouragement is a passing motorist who waves, honks, offers a peace sign, a thumbs up or a fist of strength. Sometimes it’s the thought of proving something to ourselves. Sometimes it’s the fire or stubbornness within us, and sometimes it’s someone in our life who believes in us more than we believe in ourselves. Whatever the case may be, if we keep pushing forward we will crest that mountainous challenge. We are stronger than we think. I was told that by a very wise woman one time, but I continued to doubt myself and my capabilities.

Approaching the end of this journey, I’ve discovered that I can let go of past resentments, disappointments and heartbreaks. I can understand that we are all on our own journeys and all I can do is offer love and a helping hand to those who need it and are willing to receive it.

Well, I’d better do my part and flip over my laundry so mother nature can dry everything as she will – in her time, not mine.

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From Puertecitos we continued down torn up roads along Highway 5, the road that runs along the eastern side of Baja. Looking ahead, I could see we were riding into a storm. I did feel some raindrops, but nothing substantial. Having left Puertecitos first, I stopped along the highway and spoke to a passerby. I asked about the little village I could see not far off the highway. He told me that it was a fishing village and the people would be hospitable. Once Giuseppe and Yvan arrived, we discussed it and Yvan wanted to keep pushing forward into the storm. I, on the otherhand, wanted to call it a day and wait out the storm. After a while, he agreed and then we pushed our bikes down a sandy riverbed to ask about staying there.

This is where we met Nacho, the owner of the land, otherwise known as El Huerfanito. We had to wait a little while because he was out fishing. When he brought in his boat, he showed us his catch and let us know where we could camp. After we set up camp, Giuseppe and I went back to ask him if he wanted to sell any of his fresh fish, and he did. We bought 3 fish for $5 and grilled them over the fire. As expected, they were delicious.

The storm ended up going around us. Had we gone further south, we would have been drenched. The storm also went north and hit hard. Through the night, the wind howled and blew up to 50 mph. By this morning, the sky was clear and perfect for pedaling. The first thing I did was take sunrise shots of the beautiful bay.

The plan was to stop at Gonzaga Bay, which we did, but once again Yvan wanted to keep pushing forward once he gathered what he wanted from the little store. My personal journey is to enjoy the journey, not try to set a record or do it just to say I did. Giuseppe wanted to stay, but for some reason, he then wanted to ride into the desert knowing it would be 2-3 days of nothing. Frustrated, I decided to hit the road and consider my options. I had already been thinking of parting ways with the guys and enjoying this bike touring experience, so the time had arrived. I guess three is a crowd since I wasn’t interested in Brokeback Mountain Biking. I pedaled about 10 miles into the desert until the paved road ended. It didn’t turn into a short section of gravel, but a full blown dirt and rock road that had never seen gravel or pavement. This was definitely not the bike touring I signed up for! My Scott mountain bike would be much more appropriate.

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again… I’m not a bike touring purist. Since this journey began, my bike(s) and I have been on planes, trains, ships and rental cars, but today was a first. I had the opportunity to experience what it would be like to be in the Baja 1000. Not long after I started down the dirt road, a truck came up behind me pulling a flatbed trailer set up for carrying dirt toys and I asked how far it was to the next town. The lady passenger said a couple of hours by car, which meant a few days by bike. I was hoping for a better answer, but the truth is the truth. I asked if I could get a ride, that I would gladly hang on the trailer. They agreed and so I loaded my bike, laid it on its side and hung on to the tie down straps as Sergio and Lupe blasted down the desert road. We ended up stopping a Coco’s Corner, a well known middle of nowhere place where people can camp, get water and beer. Coco is an amputee from diabetes and well known through the off road community for his well decorated little hole in the wall so I had to take a picture with him.

Before hitting the dirt road, I was passed by 4 Razor type dune buggies who waved at me. As it turned out, Sergio was driving their chase truck in case something happened to one of their vehicles. I did’t get his name, but the guy who seemed to be in charge said that I should stay on the trailer and instructed Sergio to take me to Hwy 1. Even better, they took me south to the junction for Bahia de Los Angeles, another place to explore someday. I ended up camping behind a little Mexican restaurant, happy as can be considering I won’t be spending the next 3 or 4 days distroying my bike on that dirt road. I think Giuseppe and Yvan will be a little surprised to see what they were rushing toward. Me, I’m going to head south to the beautiful beaches and enjoy my journey.

This morning I hit the road after the fog cleared. Seeing the cactus in the fog illuminated by the rising sun was an unexpcted treat.

I saw something this morning that wasn’t what I thought it was. Living in Southern California artists leave their mark everywhere such as the steel dinosaurs in the desert south of Palm Springs and the steel horses along the road south of Temecula. As I pedaled south, I saw these great replicas of large birds with open wings placed on top of giant Saguaro Cacti. There were about 10 of them. Then I thought, “Wait a minute! Why would some artist do this way out here in the middle of nowhere? I need a closer look.” So I parked my bike and walked toward the figures and Surprise! Surprise! They were live Turkey Vultures holding their wings open. According to Google, they were sunbathing! That was a first for me!

After pedaling some hills, one being the steepest hill I’ve ever climbed, I ended the day in Rosarito Sur Baja California – Meaning Rosarito in the southern part of Baja. Considering rain was in the forcast, and it’s raining as I type, I found a room with WiFi for only $20! After unpacking, I went to take a shower and understood why I received such a deal on the room. Showerheads are overrated anyway. After showering, I decided to shave (since it had been a week since the last bout with a razor) and was a little annoyed that the water would not get hot. Having a curious nature about me, I had to look under the sink. Creative plumbing! No wonder it wouldn’t get hot! I think they spent their plumbing budget on their new extrior paint!

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