Pedro’s knee had been feeling a little sore, so the hope was that a few days off in La Paz would give it a bit of time to recover. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case, so he set off first to go for a massage.
The ferry to the mainland leaves about 20km out of town, and with a ferry leaving at 2:30, we were told we had to be there by 1:30 at the latest. Mike and I rolled out around 10:30 and were doing fine until going up the first small climb and his gears started skipping.
Pedro, also known as YBP, gets up later than both Mike and myself, and so was left getting ready while we headed out to get some of the day?s 110+km done while there were still clouds in the sky. We made it over a few rolling climbs to El Cien, named because it?s 100km from La Paz, and after grabbing my first empanadas for breakfast, headed straight on. We got to a restaurant at the 75km marker and managed to eat there, before YBP turned up. One of the great things about riding in
Being closer to the Pacific Ocean than the Sea of Cortez/Gulf of California, meant that it was noticeably cooler, especially in the morning. That was good as Pedro was feeling under the weather again and needed a bit of a sleep in.
The road out of Ciudad Constitución was straight and flat for the first 40km. Just south of town there were glimpses of farms, but then it turned back into desert. We were making good time and Mike was enjoying the flats. C & I had an easy start, it was basically
It turned out that Mike had got a lift to Ciudad Constitución, 25 km past Insurgentes, but still only 45km from where we had camped. Pedro and I slept in, and headed out quite late at a fairly relaxed pace. My only hope was to get to town in time to hopefully see Chelsea lose the Champions League final to Bayern Munich. A year ago, I watched Barcelona tear Manchester United apart, in one of the more painful performances I?ve seen for a while, and was hoping that Bayern would do something
We had had a few enjoyable days off in Loreto. It was the first Spanish settlement in Baja and is the start of ‘el camino real’ (royal road), a series of missions that stretch up past LA. It seemed like the go-to place for Americans to winter in Baja. One of the main draws is for the fishing, but it’s a pretty little town that we got to know every street of during our time exploring.
If I?d been riding by myself, I?d have been up earlier with the goal of getting towards