GeoRock
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Baja Bodacious Blond Babes
Baja Bodacious Blond Babes
By GeoRock/Suzanne: A trip report, commencing after Keri?s book signing May 2004.
An early pack job had us blondes heading southeast away from the Pacific towards the Sea of Cortez. We were an ecliptic group, humming along the
highway to the tunes of Conway Twitty, the Drifters, Key West the Band, and James Taylor. It was likely egotistical, but we came up with a new
meaning for the acronym BBBB: Baja Bodacious Blond Babes. The shoe may not have fit, but we were wearing it anyway. At least we can all lay claim to
being blond.
This was ?Rope?s? and ?Purple?s? first Baja trip. After they had the pleasure of meeting numerous Boojum buddies, I, (GeoRock) and Jeans made them
bi-coastal by crossing ocean to sea in one day.
We stopped for lunch in Ensenada. Jeans knew of a place that she claimed was fantastic. I put El Charro on the backburner for another trip,
enthusiastic about trying a new restaurant. El Taco de Huitzilopochtli has an interesting menu with heavy Aztec influence. It was well worth the
stop. I ordered the Huauzontles plate; a delicious plant imported from the mainland, stuffed with cheese, dipped in egg batter and cooked in a mild
sauce. One eats it by scrapping the plant off the woody stem. It was quite unusual, yet extremely tasty.
I also had a corn tortilla stuffed with cheese and squash flower, again, very tasty. Those more adventurous than our group was could order lamb head
cooked in a mesquite oven. My more subdued meal was topped off with creamy flan.
Later we stopped at a roadside stand and had young coconuts. After drinking the coconut milk, the concessionaire scoped out the tender flesh, doused
it with hot sauce and then squeezed fresh lime juice over the top with a sprinkling of salt.
South of San Felipe, we set up camp at Nuevo Mazatlan. Soon after the sunset, a nearly full moon rose out of the sea. It was hot enough to sleep
with just a sheet. The next day was spent getting lobsterized on the beach. The heat was abated with constant dips in the warm water, and by blended
margarita?s laced heavily with the tequila tasting?s leftovers.
At about 9 p.m., we realized that an ice run was in order. Rope and I made the run. Meanwhile, Purple and Jeans had to endure the activities of a
rude group consisting of a French woman and some Americans. They were the only other group in the entire campground. They walked over to an erected
wooden man statue (a ?burning man?), and lit it up without any ceremony. Their campfire was a mere 30 feet from ours, their fire a close 12 feet to
Purple?s tent. Instead of burning their man and returning to their camp, they spent the entire evening right next to us. The grand finale was when
they rose and all walked away from a large pile of red coals. Jeans carried pale after pale of water over to put it out. Desert winds can pick up
quickly, and she didn?t want Purple waking to any blaze.
On the road, Rope and me were having our own fun. A large jackrabbit stubbornly sat in the road causing a swerve. Soon after we were treated to a
crossing coyote. At the military checkpoint the soldiers asked a lot of questions about my Hummer. They were very friendly, and inspected nothing.
On our return I handed them a quart of Tecate and some sodas. They smiled and wished us a nice camping trip.
The next day all of us made the 32-kilometer trip into town for lunch and shopping. A dirty old shopkeeper tried to sell Jeans a cactus whose top
half pulls off to expose a particular man-part. All of us gullible blonds were admiring a paper mache cactus. The man kept saying ?porno.? In what
is now an obvious blond moment, I thought it was a Spanish word I didn?t know. He took great pleasure in exposing the ? well, in exposing ?it.?
After purchasing some tacky t-shirts, beaded hats, sandals, and other dust-collectibles, we headed to the malcon for lunch. Our average bill, with
Pacifico?s, came to a whopping $45 pesos each.
When we drove through the checkpoint today, we told the soldiers we?d come back with sodas. As we began to leave town I suggested we instead whip
them up a batch of margaritas. At the checkpoint, only 2 of the original 3 were present. The third was taking a shower, and el jeffe was in his
place. After a bit of discussion, it became clear that el jeffe was all for a margarita along with his subordinates.
No other cars were in sight. We pulled opened the tailgate, filled the blender with ice and margarita mix. Suddenly there were about 5 cars. I
tried to hold up a towel to hide the blender, but it just fell. The soldiers were laughing at my bad attempts to hide the evidence. A truck with
camper drove by. I noticed the passenger, a late 60ish woman, with her jaw hanging down and eyes bulging at the margarita blending. All of us
laughed. All the cars got waved through quickly. The soldiers didn?t care if any passengers saw what was happening. I dumped in an ample amount of
tequila. Four large cups were filled for the three guys. Sodas were also passed out to them.
As we drove off, one more car approached the checkpoint. El jeffe, sipping his margarita in the hot sun, waved him through quickly.
Call me a bad influence, call me a corrupter, call me what you will. But the fact stands that us gals gave those guys a story to remember and tell
for the rest of their lives. And we all had a good time. Documented, too. Did I mention we took photos?
Back on the beach I paid $22 to Sylvia and her 2 sisters to braid all my hair. They did a very nice job.
Meals were split in the group. The meat eaters (Jeans and Purple) gnawed on their animal flesh bits with wine glasses in hand. The vegetarians
(myself and Rope) munched on vegetables with Pacificos to wash them down. Fortunately, there were two tables so while I chopped cilantro and
tomatoes, Jeans could pull apart pre-cooked parts of chicken.
After dinners, despite the heat, campfires were lit. Purple was a bit shocked when I, a healthy eater and believer in natural healing, fired up a
good cigar. She thought it a strange contrast. I explained it was a treat, not something I indulge in often. One has to have some vices!
Speaking of vices, Rope was given a huge ration of harrassment by us all when it was found that this meat-free, fried-foods free, dairy-free, natural
medicine only, women had chowed down an entire box of caramel chocolates one afternoon. No one even saw it happen. It was determined that she is a
closet chocolate eater. See, we all have our vices!
Fun trips always pass too quickly, and this one was no exception. By 9:15 the next morning we were packed and heading north. At the Mexicali border,
the very friendly U.S. Customs guy was so surprised to find 4 women that had camped in Mexico, that he asked if we had a man on top of the Hummer (in
all that stuff we piled up there). I think it was Purple that yelled, ?NO WAY!!? At that he laughed and waved us through with the parting words, ?Go
home to your husbands!?
Fun trip. Great company. Fantastic locations. Yummy food. And Gran Centenario tequila (thanks to mi amigos!!!). Oh, and funny memories with
photos for proof. Best of all, new friendships. Now what more could a blond possible want than all of that? Just another gurlz trip, and soon,
that?s all!
[Edited on 5-7-2004 by GeoRock]
[Edited on 5-7-2004 by GeoRock]
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capt. mike
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should have flashed 'em....
THAT would give 'em something to remember!
formerly Ordained in Rev. Ewing\'s Church by Mail - busted on tax fraud.......
Now joined L. Ron Hoover\'s church of Appliantology
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tim40
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The entire trip reads like great fun all....Tracey will have to keep her schedule cleared for next time...
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Baja Bernie
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Georock,
You transported me on a fun trip. Wonderful writing.
Thanks
My smidgen of a claim to fame is that I have had so many really good friends. By Bernie Swaim December 2007
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Me No
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Fun report. Too bad we didn't run into each other at Taco de Huitzilopochtli, as I was there the same day. That would have been a hoot. Did you get
a history of the place, and the meaning of the name. We got to meet the whole family and they presented us, we actually my wife, with a little
something to remember this very special place by. Ate at El Charro a couple of times also, the last one we had a very rude waitress, still very good
Pollo.
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jeans
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Georock...you forgot about our tatoos!
Mom always told me to be different - Now she says...Not THAT different
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GeoRock
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You are right! To commemorate the trip, 3 of us bodacious babes got tattoos. Rope refused. We were going to hold her down and force it, but after a
few margaritas we forgot to do it.
We also went to the sulphur mines. I chiseled and dug for about 15 minutes until I obtained one single very fine specimen and decided it was time to
get lunch in town. Rope dug further into the hole I had created and walked away with more fine specimens.
[Edited on 5-9-2004 by GeoRock]
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M
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HA, Mike
The first girlz trip to Guadelupe Hot springs, we spent a major portion of the trip nude. Had a blast and even sported very expensive green mud packs
care of Lexi. Yes, there are pictures, hm....maybe we should make a calendar.
I'm looking forward to the next girlz trip, sorry I had to miss this one, I'm off to OZ for a new hip and shoulder first. Should be dancing in 2
months.
Hugs, M
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