We left the oasis of Mulegé, looking forward to the promised white-sand beaches of the Bahía Concepción.
About 16km (10 miles) south of town we stopped at Playa Santispac for some beachside fish tacos. At this point, I am running out of adjectives to describe the tasty treats we are eating, so I will make one up. The fish tacos were ¡super bueno!
The cove at Santispac was beautiful, but we decided to venture south. After passing a few more picture perfect beaches, we stopped for a Tecate across the street from Playa El Coyote. Call it lack of ambition, but we decided to stay. We rolled the bikes across the road and found a stretch of beach all to ourselves.
It took us no time to find a palapa and head into the clear cool water. We were contemplating dinner and commenting how perfect it would be to have a pizza. It turns out that Mexicans can read minds. A van stopped behind our palapa and we heard the driver yell “¡Hola amigos! ¿Me recuerdas?”
Sarah had bought bread from the man the day before in Mulegé and it was so good, we went back in the evening to get more but he was only selling pizzas at the time. In the afternoons he makes runs to the beaches, selling his pies to the Canadians and Americans that have their RVs parked on the beach.
He slid open the side of his van to show us a stack of pizzas and we bought one on the spot. He even threw in two biscuits, gratis.
WARNING, Mexicans can read minds.