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You don´t have to go for a mountain bike ride if you want to have an encounter with a snake, sometimes they were looking for entertainment at the Solo Sport Camp Bar, probably looking for one of that infamous Baja Fogs, a very special mix of Corona and Tequila to keep the wind gods happy. At least the seals and whales stayed in the water where they belonged, watching us curiously as did the many pelicans gliding along the waves.
It was quite easy to get into a certain rhythm. After the nightly ritual at the Bar, consuming the mentioned Baja Fog with the murmured words „Fo you, you fogging fog“, the early morning fog really disappeared during the morning, with the wind developing. So sometimes you could listen to dialogues like the following; „what day is today?“ „Taccos or Nachos tonight for diner?“ „SUP or a mountain bike ride first?“
So they still exist, these precious places without deadlines, hectic, stress, information overkill. Places where you can concentrate on the essentials, talking to other people and enjoying nature, windsurfing and getting slower, more relaxed. At one stage you will feel like being on another planet.
Unfortunately we had to get back at some stage. After an 8 hour drive through Mexico, without any trouble at the military checkpoints or the drug lords, we finally reached the American border. Facing the traffic jam, the herds of hectic people, we felt being back to reality, back on earth, especially spotting a sign at the border control, no joke!
"Aliens, please present your identification!"
Welcome back to the US…
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