Los Cabos (and its vision of progress)

In Los Cabos the cruises are so white that dazzle. No, it is not foolish. They are such big boats, so pristine and luxurious that you have to cover you eyes to protect yourself from their terrifying reflex. But the truth is that the sight of a port filled with these first-class-monsters is indelibly, especially when –through the back door- they drop the tons of garbage they leave to the city.

And it is not that I go through life just looking at the dirty side of the things. It is just that I notice things. And so much garbage and such big boats can not be overlooked.

In México, it seems like they move from beach to beach forging the promise of a new paradise. I mean, the today’s “in” destination replaces the outdated yesterday’s tourist destination. Los Cabos, for example, are one of those promises.

There, we can find two kinds of advertising: real state ads and political propaganda regarding the “achievements” of the government. One gets to know about the urban development thanks to a huge billboard that blocks the sight to the beach and proudly points out the way to the future golf course or to the new condos “FOR SALE”.

To get away from all this “progress”, I walked and walked looking for a less urban and more heavenly spot. On my way I counted twelve golf courses and saw the San Jose estuary, which picture I couldn’t take because my camera ran out of battery. Anyways, taking a pic of the estuary is more like taking a pic of the marina that’s built on it, so there is no real loss.

Supposedly, there are desalination plants due to the scarcity of drinking water –in the middle of the sea, what a world! These plants are owned by private companies which sale the water to the municipality (selling water to the government… only human race!). And, finally THERE ARE NO TAXIS!!!  ¡¡¡¿¿¿???!!! Let me say it like a yellow press release: “GEARSHIFT BATTLE. Still quarreling, taxi drivers and owners –including the governor- are driving neither tourists nor natives”

Yesterday, on the beach of the hotel and after a couple of seashore beers, I lazed by a bonfire where I bumped into a San Diego guys. From here you can not see the poverty belt, nor does it smell like wastewater treatment plant, neither you need a taxi or care too much if the water is drinking water or not. So, in this way it begins this adventure in the Mexican coasts.