Day 4 La Bufadora!

All three of us (6 of us including dogs and cat) were exhausted after a two-day, nearly 1,ooo mile trek to the border. We hit the hay by 8 pm last night and got up by 6:30 am, ready for coffee and a walk on the beach for our first "official" day in Baja.

Janice woke up first and caught Comet and me catching some z's. She made coffee and took the dogs out which inspired me (and Comet) to rise and shine.

Janice also decided that she will single- handedly pick up any trash on the beach. I took on the responsibility of capturing her service to humanity in the hope she will give me a shout out at the LaBufadora Heroes en la Playa ceremony (I just invented it and cudos to me for my Spanish).

After we returned from our beach walk we had breakfast with Diana. We decided we should go to La Bufadora (the blow hole) about 6 kilometers ( somewhere between 6 and 60 miles from here, I still haven't got the math down on the conversion thang). 

It didn't disappoint. We were greeted by a parking attendant who told us it would cost $10 pesos (somewhere between $3 and $99.99  I still haven't got the math down on the conversion thang). 

We walked the 1/3 mile of several (mucho mucho) vendors along the alley-way to the blow hole.

Somehow, I was persuaded to try a sample of a Pina colada which led to a $5 full cup of the concoction which permanently disabled my ability to do any conversions despite the significant lack of alcohol in said concoction. 

I quickly decided it would be best for our party to quickly proceed through the gauntlet so as not to be persuaded to do any more conversions. Unfortunately, I am a poor leader and  my companions continued to engage other capitalists along the way. Janice wanted to talk about a wonderful Indie-Jones type sombreo-hatta-thing that took 42 days to make and was fire proof, Diana haggled with a person about some zappatas that were being offered for a bazillion pesos divided by the square root of the age of the current president of Mexico. Fortunately, neither of my companions were convinced to buy anything. Unfortunately, despite my earnest attempt to gringo-step through the gauntlet I spent 5 pesos on some cinnamony things (do your own Spanish translation) and on our way back bought a Kansas City Chiefs Pancho. I tried to escape the young man persuading me to buy this panco with "Mi esposa no me  quiere comprar este pancho" which Janice interpreted to mean "let's haggle" and I ended up with a very nice Pancho celebrating the world champions and saved $3 or (several hunded pesos in my mind) in the transaction. 

Eventually we made it to the geyser aka La Bufadora. It was amazing!

Upon our return to camp we took the Boys for a walk on the beach and tried to convince Comet to try the beach. She decided it wasn't for her and hid under the couch prompting a 30-minute "Where's Comet" comedy in our motorhome (due out on Netflix in 2025, available in Spanish)

After "rescuing" Comet from under the couch Janice and I went into Ensenda 30 minutos away) to get supplies from Costco and Walmart (gag). We got what we needed. It was an amazing experience where 99.3678% of the people are Hispanic and only 5% speak English. Fortunately, with my rudimentary knowledge of Spanish and Janice's rudimentary knowledge of French and our shared fluency in pig Latin we were able to successfully acquire our necessities without causing an international incident.We returned to camp and took the Boys for a walk on the beach. Diana decided to stay in camp while Janice and I returned to LA Bufadora (15 minutos) to have a wonderful sunset dinner at a restaurant overlooking the ocean. What a day!