Trip report part 2 Ojo de liebre

Trip report part 2
Friday Feb 20th Ojo de Liebre Campground
We woke up Friday morning to scorpions and rattle snakes in our sleeping bags.
I must have slept on a cactus, cause I had ^%#$ sticking everywhere.
There was a group of Germans at least 15 waiting at the restaurant to go see the whales. No one we talked to spoke English. We decided we’d wait for the next boat out, hoping maybe, we’d have some company that spoke English. No such luck. A guy and his wife from Italy. All’s I could get out of them was “Italiano from Milano.” He spent more time looking out of the view finder on his camcorder then he did just looking around. He missed most of the trip. Every time his wife saw a whale she’d say something and he’d turn to look and miss it. I made a comment to Barb that when he goes to show the video to his friends/family everyone is gonna be seasick and all they’re gonna see is water and sky. I tried to explain to him how to look around and point the camcorder without looking through that little lense, but he just nodded his head and looked at me with that smile. You know that smile. The one that tells you that no matter how sloooowww you say it. He aint gonna get it. So I gave up and enjoyed the boat ride.
After awhile a whale with huge white teeth stopped by and invited us over for lunch turns out, we were the lunch. We saw some whales that were trying to have sixx but couldn’t find any privacy. We saw some whales that I think, don’t like water, they kept jumping out.
After a fairly uneventful boat ride, we came in.
Off to Asuncion
Before our trip I tried to explain to our friends where Asuncion is, but all I got was that Smile. You know that smile. The one that tells you that no matter how sloooowww you say it. They aint gonna get it. So I gave up and told them down by Cabo. These are the people that think that Ensenada is half way to Cabo. These people have college educations? . GODS HELP US.
We stopped at the Pemix in Visciano to gas up. Some drunk comes up to us and asks if we could spare any food. Went on to tell us how he’d been living in Salem, Oregon and had been deported. I was getting dizzy watching his eyes roll around while he talked. We gave him some cheese and sandwich meat and he stumbled off across the street.
Shari had told me to call once we got to Visciano, to let them know we’re on our way out there. Just in case something happened, someone would come looking for us. I have no idea how to make a phone call from a Mex. Payphone. Tried to ask for help using the phone all I got was, You guessed it.
The road from Visciano to Asuncion is paved part way. I say this with a slight hesitation. There are pot holes on that road that swallow up cars, rip away suspensions and flatten tires. Do I go slow? Or, do I go really, really fast? I chose fast. I’m sure I left some parts of my truck along that road. Oh yeah! And a kidney or two. We stopped to watch giant foam globs float across the road. From a distance we thought they were animals, maybe sheep or something as we got closer it turned out to be foam, shaped like animals, floating in the wind coming off the water.
We came to where the road is not yet paved and followed the detour arrows. Ended up in the middle of the desert following a road that looked like some drunk on a tractor plowed it. It made no sense at all seems it could’ve just gone straight, but no, It wound around like a snake.
The thing I love the most about dirt roads in Baja is, when you come to a fork in the road there is never a road sign saying which way to go. We went straight, found out later we should’ve gone to the left. Now both roads will get you there but one is the easier softer way, and the other, Well, lets just say “Six flags “ Got to Asuncion around 3:00pm Friday.
DAND

[Edited on 2-26-2009 by BajaDanD]

Whew, what an adventure! Were the Germans all nekid, or where the women toppless, only wearing grannie panties and the guys all in speedos? I've heard that's how they are in Baja and to aviod them at all costs. You escaped them by the skin of your teeth, it sounds like.

Edit: Is your Mastiff still a pup in that photo?

[Edited on 26-2-2009 by Paulina]

Hank @ ojo de liebre

No he's full grown 150lbs So. African Mastif also called a Boerboel

[Edited on 2-26-2009 by BajaDanD]

Germans ? I thought those were Montreal, Canadians !

We took the "right" turn with our camp trailer on our first trip into Asuncion,
what a roller-coaster ride !!

Right turn

I'm going to have to look the Boerboel up. I've never heard of them before. The reason I asked if he was a pup is because our male English Mastiff topped out at 240 lbs. The female was 180. I'm trying my darndest to talk Dern into another one, but not doing so well.

Maybe he'll go for the smaller Boerboel version...

Males top out around 150 females around 110 more agile and active then an English mastif.
They live a little longer and are healthier "usually"

Here's that toothy whale look how white his teeth are

Tail docked is normal standard. There are some however that do not dock their tails. In most of Europe it is not allowed. Some breeders do and some dont. They are used as farm dogs in So Africa mainly as gardians. Boerboel means farm dog. Most farm dogs have docked tails. Sooner or later. You can get them either way. but most come with docked tails.

He cant decide if he wants the Calico bass or the Sheepshead

Barnicles

Dan,
Please check your u2u as Dern seems to be giving me the green light for a Boerboel I'm so excited! I need to start saving my $.
Thanks,
P.

Thanks Shari for reminding me that I will need to tail proof the house. I know what big dogs and their tails can do. A bit off topic, but here is my first English Mastiff. His name was Rhubarb. He weighed in at 240 lbs.

Duct tape is so useful.

Palapa # 7

DanD,
Doggy door? That's hilarious! It must be almost a big as my garage door to fit that gorgeous hunk o dog!!!!!!!!!!