One thing is for sure, we’re not in Baja anymore. I was remarking on our way into La Paz, the capitol city of Baja California Sur, about the lack of urban sprawl. We were just five miles outside the city and there were no signs of urban life, just cacti and desert. On the other hand, Mazatlan seemed to stretch on for a bit before farm fields and jungle were all that was left. We’re surrounded by green. There are tall, leafy trees, tangles of vines and water is everywhere, making a muddy mess. Any land or road not tended to regularly is quickly reclaimed by the encroaching impenetrable flora. The thick ground cover here on the mainland creates a new challenge to a finding camping spot. Maybe we do need a machete?
We met up with another cyclist, Hiram from Taiwan, who has been cycling on and off for 9 years. His goal is to visit the capitol city of every country in the world.
The days are getting shorter. We feel the rush of the sun. Sunset is at 5:20pm now, leaving us with about 11 hours of daylight. There is less time to frap about during the day. We prefer to be off the road one hour before sunset so we have time to set up camp and cook dinner before dark. The upside of short days is long nights. We’re getting a lot of sleep!
It’s been drizzling for a couple of hours. We’re holed up in the tent for the night. It’s in the 80s and the humidity is stifling. Swampy hot. We’re laying on top of our sleeping mats, not moving, but still sweating.
We’re definitely not in the desert anymore either.