The slinking autumn sun culminates lower along the meridian with each passing day. In the little time I have on this short break, I follow it’s steady course south in search of warmer coastal climate. From Playa Rosarito, I wound along the toll road a bit, stopping by even sleepier coastal towns that hardly register on most maps. Near La Mission, I strayed inland from the main coastal highway for a closer look at untouristed parts of Mexico. As with much of Latin America, there are shanty towns here and there, makeshift shacks dot the landscape; however, unlike any other part of Central or South America, this region of Mexico seem to have many abandoned mobile homes littering the landscape. One can only assume these were left behind by many an American who came to escape their past or simply to drop off radar. Certainly, it’s not out of the realm of possibility that they are drug related.
With each winding turn down a lone country road, I drove closer until I edged near the bluffs of La Bufadora. This place would not even be on the map were it not for its namesake: the world’s largest “blowhole” that frequently spouts water 100 feet above sealevel. Unfortunately, the visit was anticlimactic as I happened to arrive during slack tide. Fortunately enough, the outing offered one spectacular sunset over the calm Pacific and numerous opportunity to nibble at local cuisine.
