And on the heels of the Puerta Vallarta post here is a Cabo San Lucas post.
We’ve moved from jungle to scrub desert. Though we are more north, the air is cleaner, the sun is stronger and my skin is red again (though that may be from the cider). We’re at the tip of the peninsula which will lead us to San Diego, Los Angeles and San Francisco some 900 miles away (i think). The place looks North African in its architecture (well, sort of.. not really. Its hard to look like anything when you have a "Hooters" and a "Costco" prominently displayed.
I just walked around town today, taking in the sights and visiting the local Natural History Museum. A museum of any kind is a rare treat on these tours – a natural history museum doubly so. And despite it’s small size I was not disappointed. How could one be disappointed when the first exhibit is called "Le Big Bang".
Cabo is a very friendly town. Almost too friendly. The women standing in front of the innumerably massage parlors wanted to be my friend… and for $25 USD they’d be my bes friend ever. I demurred.
The scenery reminds me of Arizona.. or really dry portions of Montana. Friendly foothills rise up in the distance and a line of rock pinnacles, each with little beaches forms a line out to sea. Giant resort complexes rise up above the beaches and the tiny marina is packed with expensive yachts. The Wonder couldn’t possibly fit into such small accommodations, so we anchored far offshore and small boats "tendered", that is ferried, us into harbor. That was a fun ride, punctuated by the occasional seal popping its head up in the harbor.
Tomorrow is the last day at sea and that means packing. Part of me does not want this trip to end, but more of me is longing for my own bed and the return to the everyday.
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- cabo seal
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- cabo shopping mall
