Traversing the Sea of Cortez

Sitting on board a local bus was how we bid farewell to La Paz.

The Baja Ferries terminal is actually not situated in the city, but rather a half hour bus ride along the coast at Pichilingue, so it was to here we now traveled.

Bidding farewell to the Baja coast

Bidding farewell to the Baja coast

The coastal route with the setting sun was something beautiful, and after passing several large hotel/resort style complexes, we were finally in sight of the Baja Ferries terminal and our vessel (also our accommodation) for the night.

We hadn’t however purchased a cabin, simply the base fare ticket to get us across the sea to Topolobampo.

Our home for this night. The ferry, 'California Star'

Our home for this night. The ferry, ‘California Star’

When we got into the terminal, it felt like it was bedlam. Surprisingly (at least for us), there was still an incredibly long line of people queuing for tickets, but we finally found the right queue which saw us check our bags, then slowly make our way towards the vessel.

Getting ready to enter this steel beast

Getting ready to enter this steel beast

The ferry itself (like the intercity Mexican buses) looked fairly modern.

As we climbed the stairs to take us aboard, we quickly realised we had no idea where within the ferry, our tickets meant we were supposed to be.

Recalling an encounter from that afternoon with an Austrian couple who had done the journey in the opposite direction (their advice was to find a place in the cinema), we found what we thought were suitable suits, and Chris went off to find some dinner (Pringles & Coca Cola, nutritious I’m sure you’ll agree).

Then fellow passengers began entering the cinema area with tickets and checking seat numbers. As our tickets had no such numbers, this began to concern Sarah. So much so, that Chris was dispatched to find a staff member, and ascertain where exactly we should be…

Turns out our tickets were for the bar area. This was a large, room, with several chairs and couches along the wall, claimed in a first come first served manner. Given our time wasted in the cinema, not surprisingly, there were neither any couches, nor any chairs available.

Such as it was, we made the best of the circumstances and found as large a space as we could on the floor.

Bedding down for the night in our sweet pad

Bedding down for the night in our sweet pad

Having eaten, finally finding somewhere to settle for the night, it seemed time to relax, read our Kindles for a time, before trying for sleep.

Our 11pm departure time passed, the vessel hummed as the engines fired up, and we lay down ready to sleep.

Then the karaoke started.

Yes. Just shy if midnight, somebody thought this the ideal time for a sing along, and thus delayed was our sleep for a time.

The bar. Home to not only our beds, but also late night karaoke...

The bar. Home to not only our beds, but also late night karaoke…

We eventually did manage to drift off, and eventually the karaoke must have come to an end, and two slightly sore gringos awoke not far off the coast of ‘mainland’ Mexico.

Hitting the coast off Topolobampo

Hitting the coast off Topolobampo

Sure, it wasn’t the most comfortable night, but in hindsight it was an adventure, and that is what this is all about!

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2 Responses to Traversing the Sea of Cortez

  1. rachelhell says:

    Sleeping on the floor is NOT FUN, and, to me, karaoke would just add to the torture. I like your more positive take on the situation!

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