Sam And Saundra’s Second Time Around – Part 32
Mexico
11/1/10-3/1/11 – Yuma Break – Cabo – Time Travel Back to
2004 Cabo road trip
-Travel Journal 1/13/04-
It is a warm, overcast morning. We were breakfasting in the
Café Brown, when a young, blonde surfer dude and his father entered. They are
going south to surf. The shop where I had earlier seen desired art ‘plates’ was
still closed. Missed them. Travelled
south and caught glimpses of the Pacific beaches whenever the mountains moved
out of the way. (Yep, we crossed the
peninsula again – no longer a big deal.) It looks like the Oregon Coast with
Oregon coast weather. We pass more
houses, shacks, little side-road places and enter Cabo San Lucas. Much bigger!
Many, many resorts overlook the city from hills above and many more line the
beaches below. Lots of traffic. We park
near the main boat basin and walk around the crescent shaped dock area.
Billions of dollars worth of yachts (just my guesstimation), many from
Nevada. The other side of the dock is
made up of resorts and trendy upscale shops and restaurants. Guards are all
over and for once they are not military. We wanted to look at some of the more
inexpensive shops, so we hazarded crossing the main thoroughfare to get away from
the dock area.
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| Bayward |
While we were shopping, it started to rain. Downpour- type
raining. We bought a few items and went
back outside. The streets were beginning to fill with water. We shopped some more and when we were ready
to cross back to the dock area, the streets were flooding. Once on the dock
side, we found a covered, ‘outdoor’ café
that had cable television (wires and electrical lines all over and under). We
had lunch, while peeking at the street venders wares, trying not to catch their
attention. Losing game. We waited for
our food and a man brought his iguana to the table. Yes, we have a picture of a
real, live, big, colorful iguana sitting smugly on Sam’s head. Meanwhile, it is still raining
torrentially! The televisions and
monitors were flickering along with the lights. I was grateful that I was not
sizzling with electricity. The water was running through several sections of
the café, ‘ceiling’ to floor, kitchen to street. Flooding.
We started the quest to reach Brutus.
Every time a car passed, the water would spray umpteen feet over the
sidewalk areas. We got mighty wet walking along the street. I am not too impressed with Cabo, but feel I
should not be too verbal about it – I did talk Sam, Judi and Jerry into coming
here. We finally reached Brutus –
praising his trustworthiness, along with his dry inner spaces. Off we go to San
Jose del Cabo. Judi and Jerry know of a great place to spend the night.
The streets from Cabo to San Jose were filled with water to
the curbs, wherever curbs existed. Storm
drains (I think they were sewer lines) were spouting out water like fountains.
We drove the main street of San Jose del Cabo, but you can’t get to the hotel
from here. So we went around to the
back, via an arroyo. Sam pulled into a fenced area that was connected to a very
pretty garden. This was the Tropicana
Hotel. There was no front entrance and to get to the main street by foot, you
walked through a very nice, white table-clothed restaurant’s dining room. Muy
Mucho weird. The floors were covered
with 2-3 inches of water. We were
soaked, so we checked in, dried off and Judi, Jerry and I went out to find a
store. Sam declined as he was exhibiting
cold symptoms. The store we found had
buckets and bowls and whatever, strategically placed all over the floors to
catch water running in through the roof.
Way more than dripping. We found
out that this was only considered a storm at this time, not even a tropical storm. After wading through water and having the
‘water’ pour over our heads, we returned to our rooms and changed again. Sam’s cold was not cooperating – or maybe we
could not see it’s humane attempt at protecting Sam – so we made orange
juice-based alcohol drinks and gathered on the 2nd floor balcony
that overlooked the courtyard. The
courtyard had a nice pool in the center with bright sapphire blue tile. It had
a palapa that extended over the pool, with underwater stools, so you could sit
in the pool and drink at the same time. It was even heated. Unfortunately, there was a little too much
water for anything at this point. One of the best pictures I got was of the
water cascading down the balcony’s edges, looking more like a waterfall then a
nice, evening’s rain. Lush trees, plants
and flowers were everywhere. From a room nearby, the surfer dude and his dad
emerged. Wow! Turns out they are from
Colorado. Two other couples join us and
we talked and talked and just “let it rain”. Lots of fun.
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| Balcony With Sheets Of Rain |
At some point, I got paranoid about Brutus. We had parked him in the back of the hotel
and had gone through an arroyo to get there.
Now the arroyo was filling with fast-moving water and I did not want
Brutus to suffer any losses. Purely selfish, I assure you. Sam took me on a ride in Brutus just before
it got totally dark and I was assured that the arroyo was huge and it was not
close to cresting. In addition, a big stone wall had been erected at some
point, just to ease my mind. Or maybe not – I chose to believe. Sam also showed me that a little further down
(up stream) was a small dam and if it flooded, it would have to go over that
first. I was relieved and Sam took
Brutus, and thankfully me, back to the dirt parking lot out back.
We ventured out one more time. We went to dinner. Out of the Hotel, through the ‘elegant’
restaurant’s dining room (not affiliated with the hotel), up the main street to
the restaurant next door. We climbed the rather rickety stairs and had a nice,
pleasant dinner. Without any prior
planning, two other couples we had been talking to walked in, including the
surfer dude. We had fun!
Back at the room, we again dried off and Sam and I watched
television – a show called phantom.
Unfortunately for us, it was dubbed over in Spanish. We went to sleep
with it raining – but I heard nothing.
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