abalones

Abalones, longosta. Here they are both sold almost exclusively to Chinese buyers. The abalone are harvested by a man in a wetsuit, breathing from a hose going to the surface.

Omar and Tere feed us, put us up in a shack, tellmany stories of the world passing by the village of just a few families. Cyclists, motos, someone running down mexico. Their son Aldo studied criminology in Ensanada and will soon leave.

We fill up to some 13L of water for a leisurely ride down the coast.

In the horizon, an apparition in the desert, a sleek spaceship overlander RV. Such a machine must be filled with refrigerators and glistening cold cervezas. A prayer to the cerveza gods and behold, the spaceship stops, the glistening cervezas are foisted to the pious.

In the night a coyote comes and steals a bottle. Apparently they learned how to open water bottles.

In the mountains, a Misión named San Borja. A woman warned us the señor here is un poco loco.

Later we learn this man is known to be a bit off the rocker. He once stabbed a tourist’s dog to death because it was barking at him. And apparently he likes to give people brackish water and harrass women.