I continue my trip by the Mexican Pacific coasts and I don’t know what is that which I miss the most, if the fish tacos of the Sea of Cortez or Kathy. I stopped in a place where I couldn’t stay for a long time because, literally, it is impossible to do so. Litibu, named after a bird in Huichol language, is not a city, but a “Comprehensive Planned Center”. It is something like the dream of any futurist guy, but with beach.

Due to its historical monuments, Mazatlan is a National Heritage City; besides, it is in the waiting list for becoming a World Cultural Heritage City, like many other coast cities that possess important culture and history, such as Barcelona or Cartagena. Walking by Mazatlan is more-less like traveling in time to a period that no movie had shown before. That’s why I hope that it will be appointed as Human Cultural Heritage City very soon.

The pathway to Guaymas won’t let you sleep even a bit. On it, you can see a lagoon that only God knows where it feeds from and, in the middle of the lagoon, a cacti mountain that looks like a giant cactus. I asked… and, as a matter of fact, if you try to climb that prickly mountain, it’s highly possible to end your life in thorns.

Ladies and gentlemen, at your right you can see the highest spot of the Sea of Cortez. At your left: the desert. Desert/sea, sea/desert. I’m at the north end of the Gulf of California and just in the middle of two ecosystems. But  Rocky Point (Puerto Peñasco) still has a little bit of paradise: little time and little space.

Although Tijuana has it all, the only thing it doesn’t have are the spectacular beaches as the ones I visited southwards. But Tijuana also has fish tacos and a fun and intense night life. It is the place where underage Americans come to have fun in Mexican bars where, of course, they’re more than welcomed.

I’m still unable to describe Ensenada. Should I say that is a city with beach, a city on the beach, or a beach with a city? And I feel exactly the same when I think on its nickname “The beautiful Cinderella of the Pacific”. I just don’t get it. It doesn’t make any sense to me whatsoever. What I could learn from the locals was that it is call as such due to its “faultless beauty”, which, of course, doesn’t tell me a thing about the connection with fairy tales or lost glass slippers. 

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.