Planet Kapow 03 : Guerrero Negro to La Paz

OUT INTO: the desert, and though we'd spent a Sydney winter dreaming of the heat, we hadn't really prepared ourselves for it. We cut fairly pathetic figures as we stumbled into San Ignacio as the sun beat mercilessly down - dripping with sweat, haggard and glowing like something highly radioactive. Collapsing under the first piece of shade we could find, we bought a couple of beers and were privy to an extended discourse on Mexican history from an old man who spoke no English (of the entire thirty-minute monologue I think I understood three words, two of which were the words for "Mexican" and "history"). We smiled, nodded and made all the all the agreeable "Mmm-hmm" and "Is that so?" grunts we could think up, grateful for the shade and the cool beer that turned lukewarm within minutes. More: http://www.planetkapow.com/351