San Felipe (or the tide extremes)

In my travel journal I wrote two things that were essential to do in San Felipe: eat its world famous fish tacos and camp. I’ve been carrying the tent all this time and it seems unfair not to pitch it on, at least, one beach of the coast. I placed on a spot where I figured out the tide wouldn’t cause my any trouble and, it didn’t: the tide is soooo low that you can actually walk on the beach and see how the people are struggling to launch their boats.

In spite that there are some really ugly and smelly spots in the port, San Felipe is the first place that makes me feel a bit confident as to set up my camp. There isn’t a lot of garbage, there are tons! It’s on the streets, on the beach, in the sea...polluting the water, the environment, the landscape. It is supposed that the open dump is not a mere dump; but  it is also a center of infections, that little by little pollutes the water and the beaches. Moreover, here we can also find the phenomenon of “there, where is the racetrack and the highway to Mexicali, used to be a beautiful natural landscape that was destroyed by the construction works”.

Just like the low tide is really low, the high tide is a movie-like threat. I don’t want to imagine, then, how would it be like to be here on the Carnival. If now I can enjoy of sun and fish tacos in a quiet environment, February festivities in San Felipe must be extreme: a party all day and night long. As long as they are not garbage parties, everything should be ok.