On Saturday, August 22 I arrived hardly before 7:30. I was alone, no other car or pedestrian. The procedure was promptly dispatched I left the enclosure of the customs around 7:55. The control of my truck was short, the customs officer entered neither in the cabin nor in the cell! Then he made me station the truck outside the enclosure while I was going to fill out the document of the immigration of Mexico and to pay US$25 for the visa cash. Then I went to the office of the immigration of the USA to return the entry form and to make stamp my passport to attest of my exit. Astonishing not! They were very cool.
By taking again my truck I was challenged by the first signpost tor Ensenada of reading the distance in kilometer. I refound the metric system, no conversion neither in miles nor in gallons and other bizarreries of the USA. Admittedly the conversion of the American measures made work my brain… The road from Tecate to Ensenada twists in the still covered mountains by fog at this early hour then it traverses the Ruta del Vino. Entering Ensenada I found again my reference marks because I had spent there more than one month in January 2013. But I broke my teeth on Tourist Office closed whereas sensibly it is open as from 8:00, consequently not documentation. Then I was going to make my market in Walmart because by precaution the refrigerator was empty from fruits and vegetables and other food prohibited at the entry in theory. At side I withdrew Mexican pesos at the HSBC's ATM. Then I established my quarters for two days in California Villas and Motel, where I had remained in 2013. The temperature was about 26°C with a good sea breeze; the campground is at the edge of the Pacific Ocean.
On Monday, August 24th I took the road MEX#3 in the direction to the east coast. It climbs in the mountains until an altitude about 1050 meters GPS. The rocks are in the course of disintegration. Then at the crossroads of Trinidad El Chinero it becomes the full southern MEX#5 crossing San Felipe then sand dunes to finish little before Las Arrastras where it becomes a gravel route during approximately 40 km to the crossroads with the MX#1 where I arrived after 18:30 in search of a bivouac at the edge of the road. Machines of building marked out the track under work for an asphalting in becoming. Around 19:00 I profited from an extraordinary sunset on the mountain in the west, of course. The temperature iduring the day was of around 37°C to fall in the early morning in the desert to 23°C.
On Tuesday, August 15th was one day of the memory. Indeed I made two stops. The first at the Garage Lopez to see again the wreck of my ravaged MAN truck by the accident on the 27/02/2013. When I got out of my vehicle, the employee with who I had divided the caravan recognized me at once and made me a cordial accordance. We went together to see again my old truck without regret. The second on the spot of the accident. I continued my road without more other reflections until Guerrero Negro where I bivouacked in front of Refugio de Aves.
The day of August 26th was particularly testing due to the heat. Indeed I crossed the Desierto de Vizcaino to reach San Ignacio. The temperature reached 38°C at the sun zenith. I lunched in the shade of trees of Plaza of San Ignacio before visiting the church completed in 1786 built by the Jesuits with blocks of 1.2 m thick out of lava getting an excellent freshness inside.
Then I moved towards the east coast, Golfe of California, Mar de Cortez, in Santa Rosalia which was devastated in 2009 by the Jimena hurricane. The attraction of the rebuilt city consists of the church Santa Barbara built by Gustave Eiffel for the World Fair in 1889, by the museum El Boleo, closed at 15:00 then the hotel Frances dominating bay. The hotel Frances was the dormitory of the girls of the brothel for the minors. The city rebounds by the reopening of the mine El Boleo, copper and cobalt. At about thirty kilometers in the direction of Mulegé I forked towards the east to find a bivouac at the edge of water vis-a-vis of the island of San Marcos.
By leaving the bivouac of San Marcos I admired a majestic eagle at the top of a candelabrum. Then I went to Mulegé to visit the village at the edge of a river but I never believed to leave there because the quadrangular streets are narrow and one way without road sign. I turned not in round but to right angle. Finally I found the exit by harsard. My target was of going to La Purisima to visit the Mision Concepcion de Cadegomo and the other curiosities mentioned by the Baja California map. The road from Rosarito to La Purisima is a track of 61 km until San Isidro and 12 km until La Purisima. On the track I found my reflexes of the tracks in Morocco like my feelings of solitary traveller addressing as his limits. In the event of mechanical or other incidents I would have on average 36 km to make on foot either towards the east to join the MEX#1 or towards the west for La Purisima by a temperature of 38°C. While arriving at the stage I sought the Mision then I warned a car of the Municipal police. The civil servant informed me that the Mision disappeared with the bad weather, moreover the road from San José de Comondu to Loreto is impracticable for the same reasons. Little before Isidro I became acquainted with a young charming couple. In end of the afternoon I arrived at the desired bivouac of Las Barrancas at the edge of the Pacific Ocean. On the beach of the gray pelicans cohabited peacefully with a colony of gulls.
Young charming couple |
Coucher de soleil à Las Barrancas |
On Friday, August 28th I made only one stop to visit the Mision San José de Comondu at the end of a track of a few kilometers while crossing a pretty valley then a splendid palm plantation. Mision it remains only the church out of apparatus adjusted well by senior craftsmen. Then back to the MEX#1 it was a long monotonous straight line but cut by multiple renovation work of the roadway very damaged by the bad weather. By consulting the map I threw my reserved on the beach of El Conejon of which I found the beginning of track without difficulty although with no signpost. The very travelling track of approximately 16 km led to the beach true paradise for surfers at the bottom of a lighthouse.
Valley of San Miguel |
On Saturday, August 29th entering La Paz I warned Walmart where I stopped to fill the refrigerator. Then I sought Tourist Information on Obregon AV the employee did not have many booklets and he taught me that there was not RV-Park. Tourists with campers went to Playa El Tecolote after the port of Pichilingue where he advised to me to take as of today a ticket for the ferry to Topolobampo on Monday. For the purchase of a Mexico map he gave me two addresses of bookstores. I arrived at the port of Pichilingue at the bad moment, the loading of a multiplicity of trucks in the ferry to Mazatlan. I took the queue and I waited. I explained to the customs officer that I was to make measure and weigh my vehicle before buying a ticket. But que nenni I underwent normal control with an investigation of the cell by his colleague who opened all the cupboards and asked me to show her one of the trunks, empty, on the gallery. I climbed on the bonnet for the detangle, she followed me there, the wretched woman. Finally all occurred well and in good mood. I wished her hasta luego y para el lunes. My truck was measured 5,5meters and it weighs on the rocker of weight-heavy, 3,650 kilos with an empty diesel tank as well as a water tank and without the driver. The price of the ticket of the truck was of 1732.76 and that of driver 836.21 i.e. 2980 pesos with the 16% VAT, approximately 158,26€. The way from Paz to Topolobampo lasts approximately 7 hours with a departure at 14:30 local time. I reached my place of bivouac at Playa del Tecolote around 14:30 with a heat of 38°C at the edge of water. I remained there until Monday morning to return to La Paz, 32 km, to find a Wifi connection in order to publish the pages of my website. I had to present my truck two hours before the loading.
Camion Le 2015/08/29 à 16 pm | Camion le 2015/08/30 à 7 am |