 1 On the way to San Miguel and San Jose do Comondu. Very different from the flat boring drive north from Ciudad Insurgentes. |
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 4 San Miguel. They were redoing the entire "downtown" |
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 7 The road between San Miguel and San Jose |
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 10 San Jose de Comondu |
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 16 Everything was decorated and everyone seemed to be wearing Sunday clothes and not working. As we learned later on, we arrived on St. Joseph day and everyone was getting ready to celebrate the patron's day of San Jose. |
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 20 A central plaza in San Miguel. Unoftunatelly not maintained. |
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 24 Part of the San Jose celebration, as far as we can tell. |
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 34 El Pilón |
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 48 The road going up the hill in the distance is the road we should have taken. |
 49 And this is the road we actually took. |
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 51 Very scenic. Just going in the wrong direction. |
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 53 This road is actually going back to San Jose de Comodu, a little town in the mountains that we had left many hours ago. Maybe we shoudl have kept going to join la fiesta de San Jose. Except the road was getting worse and worse as we started descending to the valley. 14 miles into it, we turned around. |
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 56 The second time around I picked the right road. Of course now, after a 30 mile detour, we are getting concerned about having enough gas to make it to the highway. |
 57 Goat farmers live here. |
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 61 Back on the highway. We managed not to run out of gas. But we had a flat tire. |
 62 "green slime" made the car go for another 15 miles, but we were 30 miles from Mulege, so that didn't help that much. Changing a tire comes next. Long day. |
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 64 Lanterra! Several very nice guys worked on our tire, and half an hour and twelve dollars later, we were on our way. They were nodding knowingly when I told them about the road from La Purísima that we just took. |
 65 Los Equipales in Mulege. This was the best food we had the entire trip. Larry's surf and turf. |
 66 And my seafood combination. it was really really good. But after having nothing to eat since the previous dinner, it was too much. I enjoyed the food while eating it, but my stomach protested few hours later. I couldn't really see or smell food for the rest of the trip, and seafood much longer. Next time, let's try moderation... |
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 68 The air strip at Hotel Serenidad in Mulege |
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 76 A young great blue heron, or something entirely else. |
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 80 After a hard day the day before, we enjoyed some rest at the pool. |
 81 When we left the hotel, we went back to that beach from heaven that we discovered few days earlier. That was where Larry stepped on a cone shell or a sting ray or whatever it was that took an exception to his foot and injected some poison. That was the end of relaxing on the beach, We started heading back to civilization before the injury becomes life threatening. Which it never did, but Larry was in excruciating pain. We found a little restaurant in Santa Rosalia with wifi and called our friend Kim, marin biologins and MD, for a remote control diagnosis. All the while I was trying to keep my stomach under control with cold coke and trying not to smell Larry's fish tacos. Late in a day we arrived to San Ignacio, just to learn that Desert Inn was fully booked. At that point, we were too beat to try another hotel room behind a store, we needed a decent bed and shower. We decided to push forward and drove all the way to Guerro Negro. |
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