The drive down to Baja was quite a trip. For those from Germany, it is like driving from Flensburg all the way to the southern most tip of Italy. And that in just 2 days to do 3 hours worth of work.
Luckily the Tarantula Hawk (that is the nasty looking, 2" or 5cm long wasp, which does not eat Tarantulas, just ripe fruit, but it paralyzes tarantulas to lay there eggs on them, for the youngsters to have some alive spider to chew on) were not in an egg laying mood. Our food of only tacos and salsa apparently did not meet its standards.
Arriving in Gruerro Negro we were greeted by a wonderful sunset.
Out in the salt plans the Pelicans tried to hide from us, while Tori and Verona could not agree on the best salt crystals for dinner. Thus, we had to go to the local taco stands instead and use lots of salsa for flavoring.
With only limited nightlife choices we decided to create our own disco fog. Only it did not last long enough for Dave to put up his camera.
Back on the border greetings from the consumer friendly USA gleamed down on us, still all in Spanish. To make the wait a little shorter you can get some last minute gifts or snacks.
As Tori had promised us a real American trip, he had organized a real American car, a g^3 or giant gas guzzler. Swell!
You enter the car and have a great overview of everything in front of you. You might even be able to see the license plate three cars ahead. But you will not see the head of the guy behind you or maybe not even the car. What's to your side is also kind of hidden. You immediately start driving like a jerk because you have no clue of your surroundings. Now I understand why everybody on the road drives like that. But not, why people get those cars if they only travel alone in it anyways.Copyright maps map24.de
2 comments:
Niko, which SUV driver is interested in seeing cars that are smaller than their own? I think you are still not americanized enough ;-)
Sorry Tina, my fault!
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