December 24, 2018
Posted on February 19, 2019
Being perched up above the valley provided some of the most unique views of the trip: the fog rolling over the hills, slowly dissipating under the rising sun. All our things were generously covered in dew, so we decided to let it all dry out while we unpacked the drone and did a few flights around the area, flying over the fields and stalking the cattle.
Sunrise over Santo Tomás
December 23, 2018
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We woke up at 9 am, still feeling tired. Checked the bike, did not find anything else out of place, taped off the dangling wires, ate breakfast and headed off for Tijuana. The hardest part was getting the pesos out of an ATM. It took some convincing because in their vigilance the bank flagged the activity as fraud and refused to give me money. While Alex was getting the cash, I observed a family get into a taxi cab. A man sat in the front passenger seat, and a woman joined 5 young children (all between about 3 and 8 years of age) in the back seat. Good luck with that north of the border, where every one of these kids would have needed a child seat. That would get pricey very fast.
We took a short detour around the less touristy parts of Tijuana and then onto the scenic Mexican Highway 1. No signs of the caravan. Very disappointed.
Back street in Tijuana
December 22, 2018
Posted on February 14, 2019
I am beginning to realize that for a large chunk of the planet’s population freezing temperatures and snow in December are not the norm. Yet for me, it’s still exotic that winters do not actually have be cold. Or at least, not that cold.
So for this Christmas break, we gather some basic necessities and head south to Baja California. Because this is not Toronto and I don’t have to deal with the sad dirty snow on the cold city streets. I can ride my bike in December and enjoy it too. (And half the world’s population just shrugged their collective shoulders and went on with their lives.)
Passing through the Rain Rocks Rock Shed on highway 1