If you're reading this today, Jacqui and I are currently packing the PennyWagon to hit the road to explore the great unknown that lays South of Isla de Piedra. For this occasion, I feel some reflection is necessary, after all we’re not the dreamy-eyed, head-in-the-sky, no-regard-for-danger or perils type; to us there is significance in moving past this very familiar milestone in the road.
Read MoreSeparating Stories
If you're going to read children's books in Spanish, you have to sit at the kid's table.
Finally leaving Baja and boarding another Mazatlan-bound ferry, Jacqui and I couldn’t help but feel excited and reflective. We’ve done this entire journey once before, even this boat ride, but still it feels like such a different experience. Last time we were sailing into the unknown. Now we were going across the Sea of Cortez to see friends and places that we are familiar with.
Read MoreLord of the Wind
Spacious. Magical. Freedom. Perhaps strange things for someone who lives in a 15ft van to admire. However for the first time since Jacqui and I crossed the border, that 15ft was all ours. Don’t get me wrong we loved all our guests and hope to have more down the road, but with the sudden change of pace, we both vegged for a few days.
Read MoreOperation: Kite School
Jacqui here.
Usually Cameron writes out our stories, but we’re sitting here waiting to board the ferry to Mazatlan and I felt the urge to pick up the reins and make some progress. We’ve spent several fun weeks with friends and a few days dealing with Cameron’s most recent bout of Montezuma’s revenge, so we’re left with some catching up to do before we dock across the Sea of Cortez.
Read MoreTrue testy of the Westy
The Old Girl and Lil' Lady
We returned to Stone Island with Julien and Tu to find the environment had changed dramatically. The ocean had warmed, each day was hotter than it had been, the waves were twice the size of anything we’d seen there before, and the bugs were out stronger than ever. Regardless, after the four of us recovered from some very nasty food poisoning, let’s just say I puked in front of the night security guard while sprinting to the bathroom, we were enjoying all Stone Island had to offer, with the occasional stint of responsibility. After all, this trip was originally intended to be an errand.
Read MoreBomb run to Mazatlan
First night in the Westy in Mexico.
Rush, rush, rush was the name of the game in the days leading up to crossing the border. Packing, shopping, insurance, bedding, snacks and route planning were all still in the air. On top of all that, we had to accommodate the schedule of our friends Julien and Tu who were going to accompany us on the journey to Mazatlan. This bomb run to Mexico was serving as a fun chance to show them where we’ve been living for the past two months.
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