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.