We’re up at dawn. The tiny coastal town of San Felipe awaits us. The plan is to get a hotel room for two nights.
The 54 mile ride is quick and we arrive in the early afternoon. San Felipe is a sleepy tourist town catering to Americans on vacation and snow birds who make their home here during the winter months. We’re only 125 miles from the US border. The town has the typical T-shirt and tchotchke shops, and loud Americans.
Mexico: Where Americans come to be obnoxious.
We find ourselves some modest accommodations. The hot water doesn’t seem to be working, there’s mystery fluid leaking on the bathroom floor, and the wi-fi doesn’t reach to our room (I know, wah wah, first world problem), but the bikes are unpacked and we’re not motivated to change rooms or hotels. I’m watching American Pickers dubbed in Spanish. I’m going to be able to negotiate like a rockstar by the time we checkout!
We take a walk about town in search of dinner and check out low tide where the water can recede as much as 2 km (great for clamming, which we had as an appetizer).