A Mulege day

Kind of a grey, mucky day on the beach. As you can see in the shot of the beach from the road, there are a lot of palapas there. Most are empty, as the owners come and go during the winter. Our major friends are here, or temporarily in La Paz (on vacation). You can just make out the front of Smokey peaking between some palapas. Our favorite spot. We have a wind break, front view of the ocean, and porches on each side to sit or store things.


My major task for the day was to assemble the Portabote. It's really a pretty amazing craft, and I took pictures of its assembly in stages.




This is the bote on the car - it folds to about three inches thick, resembling a surfboard.


Here is the bote with its components ready for assembly.



The bote unfolds like an accordion. It is made of some incredibly durable type of polymer. Having been folded for several months, it is stiff, and needs to be propped open with a stick. The dog is a friendly stray that probably belongs to the beach keepers. She stole one of Mimi's sandals earlier.



On goes the back, then in go the seats, and voila' you have a bote. Care to go for a ride?





This was exhausting work and called for a nap. As I was falling asleep in the motorhome, some friends (Carol and Larry) stopped by to say hello. We met them in Guerrero Negro and had dinner. Larry was a pioneer in setting-up whale watching trips in the lagoons here years ago. Now retired and living near Denver, they are visiting their old haunts.






After they left we decided to take a run into Mulege for lunch. We also needed to pick-up some fresh gas for the outboard motor and drinking water. Mulege is small, but a rather advanced town for the Baja. Most roads are paved, and they even have a bank downtown. The arch in front of the town's entrance is brand new, and the people are very proud of it. Gives it a touch of class!



Our favorite eating spot is Danny's Asadero, a taco spot. Danny and his wife are nice folks, and run a friendly, clean eatery. It's frequented by numerous tourists and locals - being known for good, safe food. Danny is constantly chopping, cooking, and cleaning, taking time to wave to local cars as they pass by. Like a Mexican version of Mayberry RFD.





This is a shot of the street from our table.





Here is lunch - tacos pescados with onions , lime juice, and guacamole . Mimi also had a bowl of bean soup. The tortillas here are thin, chewey and tasty. Unlike those back in the States. (Probably because they use lard)





We also stopped at a local grocery store - Sauls, for some fresh tortillas and a small package of cookies.



An interesting note - as our stay extends here, we tend to have more frequent and vivid dreams at night. We were talking about why that may happen, and came up with the thought that the limited stimulation available is allowing our minds to process recent and past events better than when we are constantly distracted and stimulated back home.. What do you think, Dr. Freud? (or maybe its just all that Mexican food?)



Hasta luego....