Thursday August 6, 2015, 88 miles (142 km) – Total so far: 9,844 miles (15,842 km)
August 5, 2015 88 miles (23 miles from Pacific Beach to the border, 38 mile ride to Ensenada, 27 bicycle)
We have arrived in Mexico! My brother-in-law Jim and sister Tish drove us the 25 miles to the border to give us more time. Entering Mexico was easy and we were directed to immigration for our 6 month tourista card at a cost of $22. Soon we were navigating the very busy and narrow (no shoulders) Tijuana road to the coast. This road, Mexico 1 led to the scenic toll road with an excellent shoulder and we immediately saw large “no bicycle” signs. I have driven the free road several times many years ago while in the navy and did not want to bicycle it due to the heavy truck traffic and no shoulder. We were soon busted by rifle toting federales who whistled off the road. They told us no bicycles. After talking with them awhile we asked if hitchhiking was allowed. “Si, Si”, they replied. So Jocelyn stuck her thumb out. Many California trucks passed by without stopping but we couldn’t understand why. Finally a truck stopped and Jocelyn ran to it opened the door and was told “Where are you headed?” in English. Victor was headed to Ensenada and owns a high pressure gas business and warmly welcomed us and our bikes. We thought about taking the free road from Rosarito Beach but then it heads inland so Victor took us the 40 miles to Ensenada and dropped us off at the port.
We soon found one of my old favorite bars; Hussong’s Cantina where we enjoyed two beers. Next door we ate at the Taqueria where I last had a “bean cone” 36 years ago! It was at this time that my fiancée, Andee and I along with Tish and several of Andee’s brothers drove to before our August 11th wedding for an early celebration!
We then rode south of Ensenada and decided to stay at a hotel on Estero Beach. Tomorrow we will head inland into the hills. We figured out why so many California trucks passed us without stopping. One of the federales holding his rife stayed with us the entire time to make sure we didn’t try to escape up the road on our bikes. I know I wouldn’t stop and pick up a hitchhiker with a federale standing nearby! How funny!