A week in BCS

Sunday
One advantage to arriving in Mexico with a giant backpack is that no one bugs you about buying a time share on the beach or staying at their luxury hotel.  They assume that you're too poor to be worth their time, and their assumptions were correct.  We had flown to southern Baja peninsula with no plans other than arriving Sunday, flying back Saturday morning and surfing at a beach called Los Cerritos sometime in between.  It's a strange feeling not having anywhere to be or anything to do.  We found a city bus going to Cabo and decided to save ourselves $20 and take that instead of the tourist buses.  Twenty minutes after arriving in Cabo, we meet Joaquin, an out of work 30 year old who offers to help us find anything we need in town; restaurants, hotels, women, alcohol.  We settle for finding a cheap hotel and end up at the Cabo Cush talking to Zeus, a 20-something year old Californian who came to Cabo and never went back.  He tells us that Los Cerritos is an amazing beach, and in fact he's going there the next day and could give us a lift.  With our plans somewhat set we start walking away from the tourist center of town to find dinner and settle on some tacos al pastor.  Back at the hotel, the sleepless nights from the last 2 months and the thought of nothing to worry about for the next week catch up with me and I'm asleep at 7:30pm.