The Journey Begins
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We have landed! The first part of our journey was spent wandering around Los Angeles,picking up all the stuff we need
to take on our trip.
We stayed in a little hostel called the Banana Bungalow on Melrose Avenue.
A big shout out to the cool and ultra friendly kids who came up to us and chatted on the L.A. Metro buses. Makes the trip
sweeter when you share a little love : )
L.A. is a scream.A wide open mouth with bleached white fangs and neon lipstick but we love it all the same!
Feb 26th Ensenada
We took the Greyhound bus to Tijuana Central Bus Station, where we hopped on to an ABC bus to Ensenada, a cool little city surrounded by lights in the rolling hills and full of life and activity. We spent the night in our groovy little tent, in a campsite which is located right next to a discotheque so we slept to the thumping and grinding beats of the local mayhem. Cool.
Feb 27th San Quintin Rojo and Dina pick us up!
The early morning of Ensenada saw us packing up our gear and heading out to the local Pemex (gas station)to hitchike our way to the town of San Quintin, a few hours south of Ensenada.
We were accosted by a rather drunk but friendly Fernando who kindly advised us that we were never gonna get picked up from this gas station and we would be better off taking a bus to the small town of Zorillo and hitching from there.
He was right. We took the local bus and jumped off at the sweet little town of Zorillo, we made our sign for San Quintin with a piece of card we found on the street.
About half an hour later, two cool kids pull over and tell us to jump in the back of their van.
We get talking and they introduce themselves as Rojo and Dina, they tell us they're headed to San Quintin to see Rojo's dad Bill and invite us to go along and spend a day or two hanging out with them on the beach.
Well, we knew then that our journey had truly begun....
Something you gotta realize about travelling our way, is that
it's all about the kindness of strangers and the beauty of souls who know that really there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. The truth so often eludes us in these insecure and fearful times but I guarantee that the journey only begins when someone pulls over and asks you to jump aboard.
So, we get to the beautiful Playa De Oro (Beach of Gold), where Rojo's dad, Bill cordially invites us in to his home for a few cold beers and some really amazing insightful conversation. . . .
We have landed! The first part of our journey was spent wandering around Los Angeles,picking up all the stuff we need
to take on our trip.
We stayed in a little hostel called the Banana Bungalow on Melrose Avenue.
A big shout out to the cool and ultra friendly kids who came up to us and chatted on the L.A. Metro buses. Makes the trip
sweeter when you share a little love : )
L.A. is a scream.A wide open mouth with bleached white fangs and neon lipstick but we love it all the same!
Feb 26th Ensenada
We took the Greyhound bus to Tijuana Central Bus Station, where we hopped on to an ABC bus to Ensenada, a cool little city surrounded by lights in the rolling hills and full of life and activity. We spent the night in our groovy little tent, in a campsite which is located right next to a discotheque so we slept to the thumping and grinding beats of the local mayhem. Cool.
Feb 27th San Quintin Rojo and Dina pick us up!
The early morning of Ensenada saw us packing up our gear and heading out to the local Pemex (gas station)to hitchike our way to the town of San Quintin, a few hours south of Ensenada.
We were accosted by a rather drunk but friendly Fernando who kindly advised us that we were never gonna get picked up from this gas station and we would be better off taking a bus to the small town of Zorillo and hitching from there.
He was right. We took the local bus and jumped off at the sweet little town of Zorillo, we made our sign for San Quintin with a piece of card we found on the street.
About half an hour later, two cool kids pull over and tell us to jump in the back of their van.
We get talking and they introduce themselves as Rojo and Dina, they tell us they're headed to San Quintin to see Rojo's dad Bill and invite us to go along and spend a day or two hanging out with them on the beach.
Well, we knew then that our journey had truly begun....
Something you gotta realize about travelling our way, is that
it's all about the kindness of strangers and the beauty of souls who know that really there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. The truth so often eludes us in these insecure and fearful times but I guarantee that the journey only begins when someone pulls over and asks you to jump aboard.
So, we get to the beautiful Playa De Oro (Beach of Gold), where Rojo's dad, Bill cordially invites us in to his home for a few cold beers and some really amazing insightful conversation. . . .
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