No theme today – a hiding photographer, resting Cormorants, our home through a rock arch, local views.

Our day started as proper tourists. We did an excursion that involved sitting on a bus, visiting a glass blowing factory, going out onto the sea/ocean in a “glass bottomed” boat, and wandering about the kitsch that is the next town over, the party town of Cabo San Lucas. See samples of such below.

We also added to Eileen’s growing list of land, sea, and air creatures that we’ve seen. A few pics to prove that are also included.

Today’s plan was to visit the town of San Jose del Cabo, a Spanish colonial town that predates the tourist era. Google suggested it was 4.5 km to walk, along the road. Eileen suggested we walk the first 2.5 km along the beach, cut through a resort, and then head north into town. Her plan worked perfectly, and we didn’t even need to sneak through a private resort.
And then it turned out to be just over 1 km from the beach to the first tequila tasting! The town has a vibrant arts scene, a great old church, and many other delights. It also has a popular little restaurant where I made a reservation a few weeks ago, where we feasted. Photo titles and captions tell more of the story.

Today focused on beaches and sunshine.

How do a sun-lover and a sun-phobe travel together? The magical cabana – shade and sunshine, divvied up according to our needs. After kilometres of beach walking in the morning, the cabana looked after our needs much of the rest of the day. O, the woman who kept coming by asking if we’d like anything to eat or drink also helped.

We spent a gorgeous morning biking in the Baja desert, and then we were rewarded with delicious foods for lunch, and a tequila and mezcal tasting. It was lovely to have just a little 5 person group for our biking. While eating our lunch we were treated to rays leaping out of the ocean and whales. We’ve managed to see whales every day, including humpbacks rising high above the water and crashing back into the Pacific.

We are  enjoying the ocean, its surf and beaches, and many, many of its fruits. Who knew it provided so much delicious stuff?

I know enough physics to believe that flying can work, in theory, but it still seems almost magic that I can get in a tube of metal and fuel, and feel safer than in a car, and take off on a snow squall and in a few hours land in a desert. See videos 1 and 2.

Video 3 looks like a cartoon to me, and suggests we are not the only people who thought Mexico could be fun in winter. Believe it or not, within 30 minutes we got through this immigration maze, got our luggage, went through customs, and were on our bus.

Also, the nice customs lady asked me to push a red button. I did. Nothing happened. Then she told me we could go. Huh.

Rumour has it that the image sensor in the Bebop II drone doesn’t work very well when it gets cold. I can confirm that. Today at -18C, plus the chilling effects of the wind, the video quality starts off mediocre and goes downhill quickly as the camera gets colder. Here’s the first minute and a few seconds of a test flight I tried today at the farm. The other 7 minutes of this video aren’t really worth watching, so I didn’t include them, but now I eagerly await a warm flying day at the farm. You’ll need to forgive the jerky motion and back and forth of the turns and camera angles. Every brief flight is still an experiment in learning.

Sometimes the main goal of lunch is to clean up the fridge – that last piece of pizza that just doesn’t get eaten, that little morsel of Brie that remains from Christmas, blue cheese dressing that needs to be consumed before it goes bad… Wait, how do you know when blue cheese is bad?