Hey everyone, it’s Alexander—checking in from the mainland of Mexico this time.
I can’t believe I’ve been on the road for over three weeks. Time’s a blur out here, but here we are rolling into the fourth week, and let me tell you—Baja? Baja is something else. I’ve spent most of the last week, from West Texas hill country to La Paz, crisscrossing the desert, and I loved it.
Yes, temperatures climbed up to 39℃ and with all the gear I was wearing it was incredibly hot, but there’s just something about it—the living, breathing desert, the quiet, the heat that wraps around you. Even the barren stretches have their own kind of beauty.
In between those stretches of nothingness there is joyous life in the small towns. I even caught an incredible Christmas parade one evening in La Paz.
I left Tecate and wound my way down to San Felipe, a little fishing village turned gringo-haven. It’s a cool spot—laid-back with that whole sunburnt, sandy vibe. From there, Baja turned into pure magic. If you ride, this is the place to be. Coastline switchbacks, endless flat stretches that taunt you to push the throttle, and the Garmin telling me to slow down for curves that didn’t actually exist. Just flat, open road for miles. And yeah, I might’ve ignored the Garmin and cranked it to 120 when it told me 40. No regrets.
Pro tip, though—keep an eye on the rearview. Transport trucks appear out of nowhere like ghosts in the desert. One minute you’re alone, the next you’ve got a semi breathing down your neck.
After San Felipe, I dropped down to Guerrero Negro—another fishing village where the sand dunes stretch out forever. Picture white sand that goes on for days. Some of the Baja race routes run through there, and I get it now. It’s wild terrain that begs for adventure.
From there, I hit Loreto, and folks… Loreto might be my new favourite place on Earth. I stayed at Cabañas Rústicas El Benny—a little slice of peace in the middle of all the Baja madness. Benny’s got this secret garden vibe going on, and I enjoyed sitting there in the mornings with my coffee, hitting pause on the world.
I didn’t want to leave, but I had to catch the ferry to the mainland. Now, this is where things got a little messy. Apparently, crossing from Baja into mainland Mexico isn’t just a “hop on and go” situation. I needed a temporary vehicle permit which I didn't need for Baja, which I'm assuming, is because of all the racing that happens there. I got what I needed but when I tried to leave on a Sunday I got turned away. Another pro tip —don’t try to cross borders on weekends.
Monday rolls around, and I’m back at it and got turned away again. A gentleman there was trying to help me with my paperwork, but something wasn’t adding up. Turns out, the entry date was wrong. It said the 24th… except it was still the 23rd. I filled it out for the 14th, but something got lost in the translation. I'm a real estate agent and am used to reading documents but this one was in Spanish and so I didn't. Lesson learned–always read the fine print. It made for a stressful day.
By Tuesday, I was up at the crack of dawn, pacing and anxious to make it onto that ferry. I got to the port by 7 AM, paid the standby fee and the crossing fee, and got on right away thankfully. But then it took another two hours for them to load all the transport trucks and people. The ferry didn't leave until noon and so I had a long morning, which was fine as I was quite happy that I made it on. We finally headed north to Topolobampo, a port on the Gulf of California in northwestern Sinaloa, Mexico.
Now, the ferry ride itself? Wild. Picture this: a massive five-story ferry packed with transport trucks and people celebrating Christmas Eve. People started drinking, partying, and there was a band playing. It was quite something. I killed time with audiobooks and a Sylvester Stallone marathon on some random channel. Stallone and the open sea—quite the combo.
And now here I am, Christmas Day, parked in mainland Mexico and missing my girl and family. But hey, we’re one-third of the way to the fundraising goal for Inspirations Studio. Your support means everything—not just to me but to all the people they are helping every day.
If you can spread the word, share the page, or throw a few dollars towards the cause, it’ll go a long way. Inspirations Studio is life-changing, and I’m proud to be riding for them.
Merry Christmas to all of you—and if anyone’s down for a return trip to Baja, I say we gather a crew, take Route 66, and ride all the way down to Cabo. Trust me, you won’t regret it.
Till next time.
MotoAgent out.
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