As another glorious day sinks into the distant horizon over endless sands of Playa del Rosarito, I came to reflect how through all these years I never ventured pass the Mexican border. Baja is famed for some of the finest stretches of secluded beaches and sleepy Mexican towns; however, Mexico’s general notoriety for corrupt police and infamous drug cartels dominates in reputation stateside. So it is, after all these years I drove across the border with someone whom I had met while wandering through Bolivia. As neither one of us seems to be able to slake this thirst for adventure, nor have pressing obligations or engagements, I convinced her to fly out to visit for a quick excursion for lobster tacos down south. We’ll have a few days over the extended holiday weekend to explore – some fine local cuisine in dive restaurants and whale watching is on order.
