Just before 7am on the 9th, I made it to the bus station in Guerrero Negro to meet Mike. We had hoped to meet in LA, but things had got in the way and after a few setbacks, he ended up getting a lift from Vegas to TJ and then took a bus for 12 hours to Guerrero. He hopped off his bus at 7am sharp with a tired smile on his face. Being a fellow tall guy, he’d had issues trying to sleep on the ride, not helped by the kid next to him upchucking over Mike’s legs.
We took his things off the bus, loaded him up and went to sort things out. He arranged things and after breakfast we set off on the road to Vizcaíno. About 500 metres down the road, Mike called out that he might need to pull over and after expressing horror in how squirrely his bike’s handling was, he said he wanted to stop at a hotel to work things out. We stopped and had a session that reminded me of when the Foxes, our hosts in Charleston, had helped C go through her things to lighten her load.