We woke up early, Susan was ready to rock and roll, she wanted to get away from stinky fish guts. We packed up quickly, and left.

By this point in our travels, we had a system worked out. I would program the GPS (Garmin RV 770) while Susan read off the mile marker instructions from the Baja Bible. Steve and Lisa had followed Jeff to Bahía de los Ángeles because they were having issues programming their in-vehicle GPS with location coordinates.

Jeff and Christina were staying in Bahía de los Ángeles, so Steve and Lisa followed us in convoy to the next stop. We were back on the narrow roads, and not concerned about traffic and space – this was the new normal.

We crossed another military inspection point while Susan took a photo of them in the side mirror. We continued to the boundary between the Baja North and Baja South, then checked in at the agricultural inspection where we had the underside of the truck and trailer sprayed with an unknown chemical.

After a short drive, we arrived at Malarrimo Hotel and RV Park, and found a quiet spot in the back. Steve and Lisa pulled in and took the spot besides us. I had my first oh-shit moment when I removed the black water drain cover. Despite the gate valve being closed, some debris must have been trapped under the valve and we had a slow leak that filled the void in the pipe. As soon as I removed the cover, its smelly contents ran over my gloved hand and unprotected arm. Ewww!

After a was with strong disinfectants, I unhitched the bicycles and we took a ride into town to get groceries, and find a laundry to wash our clothes. Later that evening, we took a walk and saw Ian and his camper van who we met in San Diego.

That evening, we found a street meat kiosk at the side of the road and I ordered Al Pastor. Fate had an instant weight loss plan in store for me – I got the shits.

The next morning, I found out that Steve had also succumbed to the same gastrointestinal problem. We stayed two nights as we recovered, picked up our laundry, and recharge both our personal and trailer batteries.

Low on energy, we took a drive around town and out to the salt mine. The largest salt-making facility on the planet is at Guerrero Negro. It produces about 9 million metric tons of salt each year. The salt here is not mined, but extracted from ocean water by evaporation. The salt fields cover 33,000 hectares, including 28,000 hectares of collection ponds and 3,000 hectares of crystallization ponds.

The converted school bus we saw parked by the beach at Bahía de los Ángeles pulled into the camp site behind the hotel. We were bumping into familiar faces and vehicles from our travels, and we looked forward to the evenings of margaritas and map review.

We filled the fresh water tanks, flushed the gray and black tanks and topped up out TelCel account. By the time we walked back to the campground, our TelCel account showed we had zero data. We had been ripped off and the shop was closed for the night. We found another location to tom up our plan and packed up in preparation for our next day of travel.

"Bahía de los Ángeles to Guerrero Negro, Baja California Sur" - By Russel Robertson - - Comments Off on Bahía de los Ángeles to Guerrero Negro, Baja California Sur Comments