After about 2 weeks of nice short days of cycling, watching wildlife, campfires and good company, we arrived in San Francisco. There, we could stay with Erik and Lindsey who we had met in Bolivia and Peru.
And then we really were on our way; a new country with new experiences. The next real stop would be San Francisco, so our focus was on getting there. It didn’t take long for us to get our first flat tire, caused by a huge nail which would have punctures every tire. Fortunately we could change the innertube whilst enjoying a great view.
After crossing the border in Tijuana, you’re in San Ysidro, basically a suburb of San Diego. So in our minds we were already in San Diego by then. Close to our hotel was a diner and a shopping centre so we went groceryshopping first and then went to the restaurant. We bought good stuff and were finally able to eat something else than beans/rice/chicken/meat. It tasted great! Continue reading
Well, what shall we say about Baja? We had read and heard a lot about Baja California. Most cyclists loved it there, some really didn’t like it. So we didn’t really know what to expect, but we did know that there would be a lot of desert. And there was. And a lot of (head)wind. Continue reading