Ha, it’s funny. We’ve got two stories, one in real time (Reader’s Digest version) and one that’s far superior….no, I’ll catch up, I swear. Unfortunately I can’t post pics with this computer. I’ll stick to the important stories.

The ferry crossing from La Paz to Mazatlan. About 18 hours, uncomfortable, no cabins, just a couple of rooms for truck drivers, travelers, and adventure motorcyclists to sit in theater seatings and watch movie after movie, including telenovelas from the seventies at maximum volume. Several times we had to get up to turn the tv off to prevent ourselves from going mad.

David was an adventure motorcyclist from South Africa. (His website is listed to the right if you’d like to read about his travels.) He is doing it right and taking the next six years to travel the world. I’d like to do that someday.

I enjoyed talking to him about South Africa. Something I didn’t know is that his country is in decline. A lot of industy is failing and the country is falling apart (in his opinion). He predicted a meltdown in about five years similar to the one Zimbabwe experienced several years back. I’m curious to check things out on my own but I appreciated his opinions and observations about a place I’d really like to visit in the future.

The two other guys were twentysomethings from Seattle, Washington. They were  on their way to Zihuateneo, a place on the Mexican coast that’s on the list of 1000 places to see before you die.

During their trip down Baja they spotted some random dirt track heading off to the coast. They followed it to the end, found themselves alone on a huge stretch of beach and camped the night. I was so jealous to hear that story and I vow to that myself one day I’ll do the same. I know I will make it come true and probably bring a few buddies with me.

I sacked out on the floor and got some poor quality rest.

We arrived Mazatlan and departed the ferry at about 9 am. We said goodbye to the guys from Seattle and headed off with David to find a place to stay in Mazatlan.