La Paz: Guarda mí Corazón

To say that La Paz won my heart is an understatement. This beautiful city, the capitol of Baja Sur, is the vibrant scene full of vacationing Mexican families, global tourists, and locals. My home for two nights would be the Baja Backpacker’s Hostel. The hosts allowed me to park my DR650 behind the building, so when the gates locked at night, I could be sure that my motorcycle was secure. They were also very helpful in arranging my reservation with Espiritu Baja Tours so I could snorkel with whale sharks.


Anyone who has ever met me knows I like to take long walks, especially after riding a significant distance. Here are a few photos from my sunset stroll along the Malecon.


The kid in the tallest position was yelling out things she loves. "Mi familia! Paletas!:
The kid in the tallest position was yelling out things she loves. “Mi familia! Paletas!”
“I have a paper boat.. It’s made from a page on which I have written my dreams. It has neither anchors, nor mooring ropes. I want to sail in it, on the seven seas; in the eighth. Where I know I will run aground in the port of my desires.. Has someone ever seen the light shining from his lighthouse?”  Guillermo Gómez Macías

A local fella (who I will call Franco) and his friend invited me to sit and drink with them on the sidewalk patio of a bar. The music was loud and my Spanish is already struggling, so I wasn’t initially inclined to join until I remembered that it didn’t matter. We ended up chatting for a couple of hours as one of the gentlemen was more proficient in my tourist language than I was in his native tongue. Franco helped interpret when his friend and I didn’t fully understand each other.

Franco wants to tour on a motorcycle as well. He would like to ride around the US and Canada, but acquiring a tourist visa and entry permit doesn’t seem cheap or simple.  While we talked and showed each other photos, his friend was pulling up videos of Central and South American heavy metal and punk bands for me to watch from his tablet. We ended up taking turns VJ’ing as trucks with booming sound systems would pass on the street. At some point, I was exhausted and paid my tab. We bid each other farewell and returned to my room at the hostel for an early night of rest.

Mornings on the Malecon and around town are much more placid. Joggers and other early risers greet friends and strangers they pass with, “Hola, bueno dia.” I wasn’t sure what the best response was, so I simply repeated it.









And finally, it was time to meet up with the Espiritu Baja Tour company! Our outing was lead by Allen, fluent in Spanish and English. His enthusiasm for marine biology education made this trip an informative and exciting one. It’s great to have tour guides who clearly love what they do.

They’re pointing at the whale shark.

Allen also gave us the down-low on the best fish tacos in town as the boat approached the dock. A few tour-mates and I made a bee line since it would be closing soon. Allen wasn’t kidding. They were well worth the hustle.


There were a few of these moto-carts around town. 125cc & 250cc motorbikes are popular with the locals. This one pushes a cart to sell snow cones.

There was more walking around the city, into markets, a bakery, a bar, and with a very full belly and a slight sunburn, I sacked out shortly after sunset.





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