Sometimes, the best cure for a sour mood is a little excitement. Fleeing the wrath of a storm proved to be all the excitement I needed…
We left the restaurant at Santa Rosalia in the afternoon. Like leaving a hot tub to sit in the sauna, it is cooler but not much. The city passes quickly and we are back in an empty, green desert. Mulege is not far. Cuarenta (40) kilometers. But the sky is growing darker.
We figure we can outrun the menacing clouds. We use the sun to judge our progress. If we can see it, we are successful. I stop to pee. The clouds catch up and I am enveloped in darkness. The storm is moving at 9mph. We are moving at 15mph and I ride into the sun once more.
And then, our foe arrives in force. In front of us, clouds are building. We were led into an ambush.
With no chance of making Mulege, we took evasive action. We bought a six pack and took cover under the roof of a gymnasium.
The rain falls in a torrent. Felix takes a shower.
We cook dinner. And drink our beer. After dark, the lights in the gym turn on. Then, the policia show up. He is kind, but does not speak english. So, he performs the funky chicken dance explaining in gestures that this place is not safe. It will soon flood.
We pack our bags. He leads us to a hotel. It is cheap and the lights in the bathroom do not work. We use our headlamps and wait till the morning to shower. But, the room is already occupied. No wander it was so cheap!
We split the bill with la Cucaracha! And his amigo!!!
But we don’t mind. We’re happy to be out of the storm. And to sleep in beds.