In the wee hours of Monday morning, I woke up breathing fire. I peeled myself out of bed to take heart burn meds and drink some Alka Seltzer. Propping up my pillows, I slept the rest of the night in a semi-seated position.

In the waking hours of the morning, between the lingering hearburn, upset stomach from too many carbs, and disappointing dives, I decided to opt out of the day of diving.

Instead I was able to enjoy the free breakfast that The Bungalows offers. When I walked into the restaurant, Dave from the day before was there, and offered me a seat with him. There were some friendly worldly travelers at the table across from us, and as Dave had taken his fair share of trips abroad, the three of them compared travel notes, and I listened in awe as I imagined camping in Africa with a growling lion outside of my tent.Read More →

After diving, Kristen miraculously felt better. Probably because she had nothing left to puke up.

We went to Las Guacamayas for lunch, which was recommended to us by our shuttle driver on the way from the airport. I had fish tacos, which were excellent, and a chocolate churro. Kristen tried to take a sip of my strawberry daquiri but I put the kibosh on that real fast. One sip leads to a drink, which leads to more vomiting. And after coercing her into drinking two margaritas on Thursday, I felt it was time to be the responsible friend and cut her off.

We had some down time after lunch. Kristen kept all her food down. For dinner we went to Restaurant Bar 22:10. The waiter recommended the filet mignon. Since I’d been having luck with recommendations I agreed, despite my apprehension of restaurant steak. I should have went with my instincts. Kristen’s coconut shrimp looked way more delicious.

We headed to bed early as the next day we were heading to La Paz and had a 5:45 am pick up time.

After the diving commenced on Friday afternoon, we ventured into town for lunch. I guess technically we’re in town, but we seem to be a few blocks away from any sort of food places.

After picking up Kristen’s credit card from the night before (too drunk to remember to take it after paying apparently), we found a place that looked good.

I planned on ordering the chicken quesadillas, but out of fear of getting burned out on Mexican food so early into the trip, I went with the special instead. Well, I was going to go with the red snapper special, but the waiter really talked up the bacon-wrapped tuna special and said I can “get red snapper anywhere” so I trusted him despite my apprehension toward seared fish. He was right. It took me a few bites to get past the rawness of it, but with the bacon and the dipping sauce it came with, it was very delicious.

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It’s been quite a while since going on a dive adventure, but here I am. I was on the fence about posting about this trip at all. I don’t blog too often these days, and certain life changes not only have me down, but give this trip a particular emotional struggle of its own.

A strong desire to leave the country this holiday season led me, Kristen, and Curtis to Cabo San Lucas, a town in Los Cobos, located on the southern tip of Baja California Sur, Mexico. It’s my first time both in this area of Mexico and diving in the Pacific. Both of these are firsts to be thankful for, which is appropriate as we flew out on Thanksgiving day.

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