Our choice to skip the Tijuana crossing and the more popular route, Mexico Route 1, proved to be a shrewd choice.
The roads have been good, and the past day, spectacular for the most part. We traveled a new highway, built about five years ago with almost no traffic. At most, twenty cars passed us today.
Apparently the road was improved with the anticipation of more development which did not materialize. The road does benefit the locals and expats who live in the beach front communities. The new road has not helped everyone though.
We pulled into a small cafe (really just an extension of a trailer) to get a cold drink. We spent about a half an hour talking to the friendly shop keeper. Since the new paved road went in, her business has almost collapsed. Now people can zip by (most faster than the posted 110 km/h or about 70 mph) and make the next town before stopping. Before she said that almost everyone stopped in, glad to have a break from the rough and dusty dirt and rock road.
For us, the smooth pavement and wide lanes ended about 2km before a military check point. Tourists in the two preceding vehicles, packed with coolers, camping, surfing and fishing gear were having their items searched. We were essentially waved through and one of the soldiers even helpfully pointed out the store on the horizon, assuring us it had cold drinks and water.
At the store, we snacked on cookies and cold cokes in the shade at the store. A dog joined us and stared intently, using his best jedi mind tricks to persuade us to give him a cookie. Failing in his first attempt, he left, only to bring back a second dog, and they proceeded to stare intently, pretending not to understand my Spanish.
Frustrated, the first dog trotted off to investigate our bikes, leaving his accomplice to continue the stare down. Meanwhile Sarah left to go buy an ice cream.
The first dog returned, hopped up into Sarah’s recently vacated chair, and gave me another intent stare.
As I was staring the dog down, waiting to see who would blink first, I heard Sarah, exclaim “Eww, the dog just peed on your bike.” The ruse gave a literal meaning to the old proverb “every dog has its day.”