Carnival Meat

In a few hours we will embark on our 20-hour ferry ride from the beautiful city of La Paz to mainland Mexico. We lucked out and caught the city at the perfect time, right in the midst of their colorful and strange Carnival.


We spent two nights bumbling along, shoulder-to-shoulder among thousands of people young and old. Among the sea of cowboy hats, men and women burst into spontaneous dance, peddled goods, and feasted on pastry delights and strung-up meats.



We dodged drunkards wielding chili-rimmed styrofoam cups, blasted our eardrums with blaring speakers, and watched with bizarre fascination as blanket salesman spasmodically auctioned while folding and unfolding giant blankets decorated with tigers, eagles, and large mythical beasts. Needless to say, it was a good time.




Now we can leave with a vague sense of accomplishment after exploring the entire Baja penisula, coast to coast, norte to sur. What a beautiful chunk of land. However, I do look forward to greenery, and a relief from wiping down Guntero's formaica'd surfaces with their daily fresh coat of desert dust.






-Rach