Bienvenidos a Méjico

We cruised the 15 miles or so down to the border at Tijuana. It was surprisingly easy going south, but luckily we knew we had to stop to get our tourist cards and temporary vehicle import licence, which would have easily been forgotten and caused much grief later on. It was a pretty dramatic change with the roads in much worse state and people seemingly doubling the speed limit as well as ignoring the fact it's in kmph! We picked up an 8 year old camping book just before we headed over the border and aimed for a little place on the beach which was reportedly $4 per night, but the posh new RV park wanted up to $65 for a prime spot! At least they let us stay on the primitive beach next door for 'only' $20. We are definitely too near the border still!

The next day started with another jog down the beach, before we drove another couple of hundred kms to a little peninsula, where we stayed at La Jolla Beach Park. We drove to the end of the peninsula to see the fairly spectacular blow hole, but you did have to run the mile long gaunlet of tack shops to get there. The following day was so beautiful we had to spend the day on the beach, and cycled to a little burger joint in town for a decent feed.

We were planning on heading up into the hills to the national park, but the main road was so bad we decided to keep heading south and we ended up in San Quentin. As we pulled into the supermarket we spotted some English number plates and met 4 big lads squashed into a land-rover on a Alaska to Terra Del Fiego trip, who had much less of an idea about what they were doing than we did, which made us feel a bit better! We found an utterly glorious place to camp nestled behind some sand dunes for a much more reasonable five quid, and are very glad to have got away from the border region.Læs mere