The exciting bus ride

cowboy and horse

After walking down along the estuary at San Jose del Cabo we rounded the corner to see the beach. Despite a few modern hotels on the seafront it still has a rugged air of an authentic town. I just loved this shot of the elderly Caballero with his lovely horse (for those of you who watched Father Ted on UK TV my lovely horse will make you laugh). Tourists like to ride horses down the estuary. We were getting tired so stopped at a cafe for coffee. In front of us was a nice older American woman stumbling over her Spanish to order lattes. Her ignorant husband said, “Don’t bother, Honey. They all speak American”. I wanted to go across and slap his stupid face. ‘We speak English, you idiot’, I thought. What would American be, I wondered – an early Mayan or Appalachian dialect? It wasn’t just what he said but the rudeness to his wife and the server.

We drank our coffee and moved on before I created an international incident. Crazed woman attacks another American in Mexico because he was rude.  We eventually got to a large supermarket called Mega. The food was amazing. The seafood and fish counter smelled of the sea and the range of fruit and vegetables was fantastic for a small town. Our long walk was at least 6 miles in the heat so the prospect of going back was daunting. I had already found out that the local bus (No. 6) went past our hotel and was about 70 cents. My husband does not share my enthusiasm for using local buses in strange places…(I am so cheap)

We went to the area where the buses seemed to be stopping. They were all ancient American school buses – some yellow for the urban area and red and white for the countryside. The first bus driver (No. 3) was very eager to help us and we managed to communicate in my bad Spanish. He confirmed that we needed No. 6 and it would be along soon. When it did, I was surprised that the bus driver got out closed the door and disappeared. When he came back zipping up his trousers we realized he had a pee behind the bush. Ah, that brought back happy memories of bus drivers in Scotland. The bus was up to Egyptian standards or perhaps a little below… My husband was so delighted to disembark but I was having great fun – nothing like roughing it. This was our elegant transportation. All that was needed was some chickens in the back. 🙂

bus seats

Back from Baha

morning estuary

There were so many wonderful photo opportunities in Baha, Mexico that I will have a week of Baha to add some sunshine to your lives! This was early morning a couple of days after a tropical storm had passed over the estuary at San Jose del Cabo causing some flooding and a new sandbar. The path we were on had been washed away but there was a lone egret fishing in this flooded little lagoon.

Since we traveled to Baja in 2015 there has been a new state warning regarding safety in Baja and other Mexican states. Unfortunately, crime has increased in Baja along with cartel activity.

You will all be glad to know that we were incredibly safe in a place where few people lock their doors. The old mission town is far removed from the main resort at Cabo San Lucas with a sleepy, friendly feel in what is becoming an art town. The food was gourmet – on the first night we ate duck, suckling pig and the best guacamole you have ever tasted.

We were oblivious to the sad news at San Bernardino, initially, but I said a prayer for the victims and their families. RIP.