The rest of the road to San Felipe, Mex Route 3, was tremendous, with only a few minor potholes to keep things interesting.

For $100 a night in San Felipe, a beachfront bungalow can be rented at the fantastic El Cortez hotel.

$100? Beachfront? Ah yeah…. I LOVE this place!

El Cortez has a beachfront restaurant as well. Their $7 seafood soup was TREMENDOUS!

This whole dinner cost $28 US. Amazingly fresh and really good.

Unless you are a vegetarian. Abi swears the next time he will know the Spanish word for vegetarian.

During dinner we were treated to an authentic Mexican Live Sex Show, as these amorous sparrows got frisky on the table next to ours. Maybe not quite as good as the shows in Tijuana, but still pretty damn funny.

After dinner we walked a few blocks to the center of San Felipe. Picking a good bar for some invigorating adult beverages was easy.

The one with the dirt bike parked in the middle, naturally!

Couldn’t resist… had to get some ‘street meat’ on the way back to El Cortez, and it was good! Four dollars later I was so stuffed I thought I would explode.

The next day it was time to leave Baja. But first, I wanted to experience a famous Baja Sunrise.

As stated before, true adventures include hangovers. In that case, today was a true adventure as well. But the sunrise was still worth getting up early for.

A nice Mexican mobile home??

On the way from San Felipe on Mex Route 5, we had to go through a military checkpoint. It was kinda funny, actually. There were three wooden mockups of very angry looking soldiers on the side of the road, holding up red flags. We had to stop and open our saddlebags for the real soldiers.

Fortunately, smuggling dirty clothes isn’t yet illegal, so we got through without too much hassle.

Seriously though, how much drugs could we possibly smuggle on motorcycles in the first place?? I guess doing these searches gives the soldiers something to do.

We crossed back into the US at the Mexicali border crossing, along with about a thousand others. Saturday at 11 AM is probably not the best time to cross the border. People were peddling all sorts of junk between the rows of cars, at one point I saw a glowing neon Jesus for sale, I swear.

There was a lane marked ‘Motorcycles’, so we jumped into it, bypassing about an hour of stop and go traffic. Towards the end of the special lane, a guy next to us yelled, “Hey! If you don’t have a red security card, they’re going to send you to the back of the line!”

What?

Sure enough, as we got to the crossing, there was a sign instructing people to display their Red Security Card. Uh oh.

So we did what any sane person would do… we cut into the next lane and snuck up to the border crossing. Again, border crossings make me nervous… you never know if the guy is going to expect a bribe, inform you about the warrant for those thirty unpaid parking tickets, or pull out a rubber glove to look for hidden drugs…

The guard asked me for ID, then asked me where I was going. I replied, “Phoenix.”

He then asked if I lived in Phoenix. I said no, but by then he’d lost all interest in me and simply waved me through.

And with that, we were back in the good ol’ USA.

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