I didn’t, unfortunately, get a photo of John Weed but that’s
his cabin up there at the top. With the wolf and the oars. He was a top man and
we enjoyed his company. The wind didn’t really let up at all though and even
though the beach was fairly picturesque it wasn’t that warm and we were
hungover so we hit the road pretty quick. John explained to us why Bahia de Los
Angeles was kinda dead – initially because this isn’t the tourist season, but
then, more importantly, the whole place had been hammered by storms and
flooding a while back and it was still getting it’s shit together following
these events. That explained, also, the fact that the road in had, in some
places, completely disappeared!
We stopped for lunch at a great little place called Restaurant
Melany. This was a fairly random stop in the middle of the desert, but we were
starving. I guess you’d call this place a ‘truck stop’ and the people running it
were surprised to see a bunch of gringos on motorbikes pull up and go in.
Especially their teenage daughters. We ate some great food while the girls
giggled at us from the corner, and then eventually asked if they could take
some photos with us on the bikes.
We then set off for Guerrero Negro where we were really only
stopping for gas. We were hoping to get to San Ignacio, a little oasis village
in the desert we’d heard a lot about. We did eventually make it, but only after
riding the most hideous road any of us could ever remember riding. This thing
was dead straight for at least 2 hours, and being that we’d already being
riding all day, it started doing strange things to all our heads. I started
hallucinating cows on the road around every corner. Awful. Also the desert here
is real boring, not like around Catavina where there were amazing rock
formations everywhere. Here it was just flat and barren, apart from the occasional
cactus, as far as the eye could see.