Trip Start Dec 22, 2006
97Trip End Feb 10, 2008
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There is a legend about La Bufadora as well, that claims a baby whale entered the underwater cave more than a century ago. He spent the night in the cave and the next day had grown too big to exit the cave again. It claims the spray of water is from the whale's blowhole and the noise that is created is the cries of the whale. Fact or fiction?...you decide.
La Bufadora is now a frequented destination of many travelers. We made it there during the week when the crowds were low. The weekends can get pretty crazy. There is a beautiful wooden arch marking the entry to La Bufadora which is a long cobble-stone walk that meanders past numerous market-style tents. Vendors are peddling everything form Bufadora hats and T-shirts, leather wares like wallets and hats, and silver jewelry. Mike managed to find a wonderful Mexican wrestling mask.....check it out....we call him
"Mike the Terrible". Now we need to find him a venue to show off his skills in the squared circle.
During our walk through the market, we were enticed with food and drinks that included margaritas, fish tacos and churros (a sugary Mexican pastry). Again, being on a budget and having more than enough food in our van to last us, we did not indulge in anything but were grateful for the sampling of churros we received. A churro tastes just like elephant ears, funnel cakes, doughnuts, etc. and we were glad not to have spent our precious dineros. The vendors sure do have interesting and humorous ways of getting you to part with your money though. Here are a few classic one-liners: "Almost Free"...."Cheaper than K-Mart"....."I'll sell you stuff you don't need"...."Mexican television" when you're looking into a mirror....and the best was used on a lady in a wheelchair "free parking for you".
After that we searched for a new (and cheaper) place to lay our heads for the night and low and behold we stumbled upon the Colon Motel....who wouldn't want to lay their head there? Needless to say, we kept searching until we found La Jolla Beach Camp. At only $9 USD, we couldn't say no. We had prime beach parking, bathrooms and piping hot showers that were fed from natural hot springs. The water was a tad salty, but at least it was hot.
The following morning (Jan 19) Mike met the owner of the campsite, Mr. Pabloff, who's family were Russian immigrants to Mexico in the late 1800's. Mr. Pabloff purchased the beach front land in the 1930's and began to create his vision of a camping playground. He has been working in and around Ensenada for nearly 80 years. Mike listened intently to the stories and his glory days of yore. The Pabloff family now own over 50 acres of land which includes an entire community of locals. This campsite is a must see if you are headed to the Northern Baja.
After much deliberation, we decided to spend the rest of the day doing absolutely nothing. The plan was slightly thwarted when we thought it might be a good idea to stroll to the local Fruteria (fruit stand) supposedly only one kilometer away. We hiked the highway through low lying brush, horse poop, cacti and plenty of barking dogs to reach the Fruteria....so much for doing nothing. The trip paid off for Geraldine though as she discovered that the Fruteria sold guavas...mmmmm, guavas! We also found an internet café where we briefly checked our email messages. It was a happy moment when we opened the email from Ireni (Geraldine's sister) which advised us that Geraldine had been excused from jury duty. For those that don't know, Geraldine received a summons to jury duty on December 21, 2006...yep, the day before we left Calgary. Jury duty was scheduled for January 26, 2007 and the mere thought of having to push back out trip, yet again, was more than we could bear. So we mailed in a request to be excused; hence it was a happy day when we read the news. A little lighter on our feet, we trekked home to watch the birds and the waves come in. Since this walk was Mike's first bout of real exercise, he was plum tuckered and called it a night at 6pm. What happened to the Mike we all know, love and sometime hate (on account of his late, late party nights).
The photo album....http://www.kodakgallery.com/ShareLandingSignin.jsp?Uc=16xvaj2z.5s1ohayn&Uy=er5f16&Upost_signin=Slideshow.jsp%3Fmode%3Dfromshare&Ux=0&UV=112186284782_884192310207
And some great sunset photos from the 19th....