It was a long stretch from Mulegé down to Loreto, but we weren’t in a rush so we had no set destination for the day. Rafael was still sleeping when we set off, but he caught up with us within an hour and he was fun to ride with. We passed a ranch and two dogs ran after us. Usually, dogs chase along and bark, but these two just happily ran along next to us for 40 minutes until we hit a long descent to Bahia Concepción and they couldn’t keep up. I told Rafael that I was stopping at a sign for a bakery to wait for Mike and so we said our goodbyes as he rode off.
20 minutes or so later Mike turned up and we went into the little community to find some water. After speaking with a Californian called Bob for 30 minutes, he pointed us in the direction of Lucy in the bakery/hostel and we headed over considering staying the night. We’d not gone far, but it seemed as good a spot as any.
During our afternoon of sitting round doing very little, we met three Australians who were riding their motorbikes from Canada to Chile and had stopped for a break from the sun. It was a good time talking with them and when they set off they offered to drop a gallon of water off for us down the road, a lovely offer which we took up.
As it was cooling down a little outside, and the community only had power from 10am to 10pm, we figured it made sense to ride on. It’d actually be cooler camping out in our tents than in a dorm room with no fans, and so we got a meal for the road and then headed out.
We’d timed it so we would get to the beach of San Benaventura as the sunset, but obviously as with any time plans are made, they didn’t work quite as we expected. We were on schedule when, at about the half-way point, Mike pulled up with his first flat tyre. Taking it apart, I found the hole in the tube, but the only thing nearby was his tyre liner which might have not been re-installed properly when his tyre was put on the day before.
Whatever the cause, it meant we were behind schedule and darkness was closing in. We turned our lights on, picked up the pace and made it to San Buenaventura with only a bit of riding in the dark. After some confusion, we made our way across a bridge to a restaurant and… found a cyclist called Peter.
We put our tents up and went in to the bar to celebrate with a beer or two. For the vast majority of the day, we had been certain that we were going to stay at the hostel. But for a random suggestion, we would have. If we had, we wouldn’t have met Peter/Pedro and the trip would have been different. A perfect example of a time when failing to plan lead to wonderful results.
Dog following along
Riding at night