We teamed up with Fraenzi and Martin from Switzerland, our neighbors on Los Olivos campground. Distances here are huge, and there are barely any settlements south of Ensenada. Car pooling makes sense for a range of reasons: improved road safety, jolly joint meals and dozing in the shade, and emergency support if it ever became necessary. Plus, they are fun folks to travel with!
Prior to our departure from San Quintin, they had to affix reflective tape to their Defender. The tape is a required road safety feature in several Central American countries; if missing, the situation can invite attempts to solicit bribes. Fraenzi’s brother is a graphic designer, so they took the job seriously.
Baja’s landscape is quite different from what I had expected. Whereas I had imagined a mix of Arizona desert and Cancun-Mallorquine hypertourism, it is essentially thousands of square kilometers of cacti, rocks, and roadside litter.
The bay (bahia) is visually stunning. Several small islands nearby can be reached by kayak. Isla Angel de la Guarda looms in the background. Mainland Mexico lies approximately one hundred kilometers to the east.
On October 9 we continued south to Guerrero Negro. After enjoying a lunch feast, we had to brave a massive hailstorm. Fortunately both cars got through without damage, but the Swiss Defender took in some water. We reached San Ignacio in the late afternoon, stocked up on basic groceries, and spent a quiet night in a hotel lot that doubled as a campground.