27-December-1992 11:15 AM
Back to yesterday. We take a dirt highway down the coast line around the Vizcaino desert peninsula. Initially it was just like the dirt roads we’ve been driving on all week.
We would travel through small fishing towns along the coast. Some were quaint, others were desolate. One was littered with trash for many miles before it. That was sad, for the landscape surrounding it was attractive. Now it’s an eye sore.
Interlude: Mario and Bibi just came out to leave. We’re on the road again.