I’d woken up in Guerrero Negro on the morning of May 2nd not feeling that energised. I figured a rest day would help matters and Juan, my host in Ensenada, had mentioned having contacts in Guerrero Negro. I contacted him when I woke up and hung around to give him time to reply. I figured that if he hadn’t got in touch by lunchtime, I could still get on the bike and ride the 80 km to Vizcaíno. I sat round the RV Park catching up on a few things and a couple of hours later got an e-mail back with directions to his contact. I thanked him and headed out.
I’d noticed during my time in Mexico that not every street has a visible name, never mind house numbers. It’s one of the reasons I’d struggled finding Juan’s place up in Ensenada. Directions seem to be all about place marks and it was the same. I was out looking for a place near a large water tower. I found the water tower easily and, after a bit of confusion, met Denise who invited me in and introduced me to Carmen and Marisol, who would be my hosts.
That evening Carmen & Marisol took me back to their place. They’d moved in about a week earlier and I figured I’d stay there for a night, but didn’t end up leaving for a week. They were such lovely people and did an amazing job at making me feel comfortable. I got to meet their friends, learn lots from them about Mexico and Spanish cuisine and work on my Spanish as I waited for Mike to come down.
During my stay in Guerrero I also had my first experience with theft. I came back from a day out with Carmen & Marisol and they mentioned that they’d moved my bike inside because no-one was at home. They didn’t think my things were at risk, but they were wanting to make sure. We got back and I noticed that only my right sandal was sat outside. They said they’d forgotten to take them in, but were confused why they weren’t both there. Looking on the floor, we could clearly see paw-prints that lead right to where my sandals were sat. I’d seen a couple of stray dogs that had come into the yard over the previous few days, and immediately knew what had happened. Carmen looked around the next day, but couldn’t find it. I would have been annoyed, but I’d already organised with Mike to get me a replacement pair anyway so it didn’t actually matter!