Arriving at a destination is always bittersweet – I enjoyed my 4 nights in Cabo for what they were and reminisced over the trip so far.
Before I knew it it was time for the return run. I purchased a few of the tools that slipped from the hole in my saddlebag, changed the motor oil in the hotel parking lot, bump started the bike on the street, and I was off!
I took the main road a ways north to start off with some progress. I jetted off here and there to do some dirt loops and check out interesting terrain – not really thinking of where I was heading until after sundown. I stopped for dinner in a busy street-side restaurant in Constitucion and garnered lots of laughs when pushing my bike up and down the street a hot mess trying to start it. An outburst occurred when I stumbled, dumped the bike onto the sidewalk and tumbled over top. I could feel their eyes on me, but didn’t sweat the humiliation and gave a quick bow.
I decided to press on through the dark back to Loredo and make a second attempt to reach San Juanico in the morning.
It was far too late to look for camping and I was exhausted from 400 miles of mixed terrain. I dropped my sleeping pad on the main beach strip beneath a streetlight and fell asleep. I was awoken constantly throughout the night by drunken Mexicans blaring their car horns and yelling out their windows in my direction – I’m sure it was an unusual sight, but I hardly see the rhubarb.
I woke up early, worked for a few, had a banana and took off across the peninsula to the west coast fishing towns.
The dirt out to San Jose de Comondu was fun and scenic. I had a couple light spills while over-driving my worn tires in the corners. Thankfully the ground was firm and sloped and I felt well rested – I was able to bump start the bike both times without too much fuss.
After San Jose it was a short jaunt to San Isidro, or so I thought. But despite following the sign, and San Isidro being only 18 miles away, I would never see it . . . . .
