After a wonderful stay with the Ojeda family in Puerto San Carlos, it was time to move on. I left well-fed and with plenty of extra calories stored for a long trip to La Paz. This stretch of highway was a challenging stretch... long, very straight, and very hot.
I was in a hurry to get to La Paz. I heard that all the ferry tickets from La Paz to Mazatlán were were sold-out for the next several weeks and I didn't want to have a long wait like my last ferry experience (a one week wait). My concerns proved to be unfounded. Other than a tiring ride, everything went smoothly and I easily had a ticket and found a great secluded beach to camp for the night.
The ferry ride wasn't smooth, but I managed to escape the 19+ hour ride without a seasickness attack, which is fairly monumental in my book. In addition, I met several motorcycle riders and a couple of cyclists also heading to Argentina. We all got of the boat in "bike gang" style and went immediately to the nearest mariscos (seafood) restaurant, less than 1 kilometer away to gorge ourselves on fresh ceviche and coctel de camaron. I think I like this...
I was in a hurry to get to La Paz. I heard that all the ferry tickets from La Paz to Mazatlán were were sold-out for the next several weeks and I didn't want to have a long wait like my last ferry experience (a one week wait). My concerns proved to be unfounded. Other than a tiring ride, everything went smoothly and I easily had a ticket and found a great secluded beach to camp for the night.
The ferry ride wasn't smooth, but I managed to escape the 19+ hour ride without a seasickness attack, which is fairly monumental in my book. In addition, I met several motorcycle riders and a couple of cyclists also heading to Argentina. We all got of the boat in "bike gang" style and went immediately to the nearest mariscos (seafood) restaurant, less than 1 kilometer away to gorge ourselves on fresh ceviche and coctel de camaron. I think I like this...
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