Another cold, but slightly less frosty morning awaited me. I made breakfast in the park, feeling the perennial balance of homeless person/bike tourist shifting towards the left. At least I wasn't drinking from a brown paper bag.
Homeless in a park. But a nice park. |
After a couple of hours of blissful riding, I rolled over an unusually nice bridge, over an unusually wide dry riverbed, and found myself in Vicente Guerrero, or VG to some.
I get it, I'm in Baja California. |
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