Southward Bound

We pedalled through the rolling hills until we reached the high mesa central plateau. The road got really straight and flat, and we started seeing dairy farms and other agriculture along the road. We pedalled through Cuidad Insurgentes, where we stocked up again on food and water and carried on to Cuidad Constitucion. We thought we might just camp along the roadside, but with all the agriculture we weren't sure that wild camping would be as easy as it had been in the desert previously. So we played a wildcard. We had been given a list of friends and other places where we might stay in the towns along the Baja by our host Gabino in San Quintin, so we figured we might try to track down Gabino's friend Francisca who ran a carwash in the city. The instructions were fairly vague - we were looking for a non-descript carwash between two fairly large stores, but after a bit of searching we found her place. "Hello, are your Francisca? Could we camp in your carwash?" She happily oblidged, so we spent the evening chatting with her and her 11-year old son Gabriel, after walking the bustling streets full of delicious street food and Christmas buzz. Despite the little that Francisca had she lovingly provided for her 3 children and was preparing for the great gathering that her family would have when her 12 siblings and their families were all reunited from across North America for Christmas. In the morning we snapped a photo with Francisca before continuing down the long flat stretch of road ahead of us.Okumaya devam et