The last time we were in La Paz we checked out nearby Tecolote Beach to make sure it was accessible for our trailer (it was) and vowed to return. So it was with great anticipation we bumped along the beach and set up camp with a view.
Tecolote Beach is a treasure. It is just 20 minutes to La Paz, but feels remote. There are a couple of restaurants but otherwise no amenities. The water is emerald and crystal clear and the swimming is pure heaven. There are maybe a couple of dozen campers spread out over a wide area, with peace and privacy for all. Some choose the waterfront; other prefer to cozy in beside the dunes.
We could have happily stayed here forever but we’re still figuring out the art of long-term boondocking. Our propane tanks could last a month and our solar panel keeps our battery fully charged but we’re still stymied about our water and waste. With careful water conservation and judicious toilet flushing (if it’s yellow, let it mellow), we can stretch boondocking for three days before we need to empty our tanks and refill water. Advice from long-timers can be cagey (“I just drive back there, dig a hole and empty”) or non-applicable – the big rigs have massive holding tanks and can go for a week or more.
So, we just resolved to enjoy every minute and figure out how to go for days without a shower.
It is amazing to me how one can amuse oneself doing very little and suddenly realize,”My gosh, it’s 3:00 pm already. Where has the day gone?”
Swimming, of course, figured largely in every day. So did hiking about and exploring the many trails in the area. There are sand dunes right behind the beach that go for miles. Our first trek out we were rewarded with a quick glimpse of a jackrabbit, and we sensed there must be a lot of other life hiding in this scrub.
Different times of day produced entirely different landscapes.
Even this broad red clay path entices you to explore.
Not every day was sunny and warm – we had one day of torrential rain. It was so cosy to be snug in our trailer and watch the clouds threaten and then pour. Afterwards, we walked out to this moody scene.
The next morning the clouds were clearing.
Sunday on Tecolote Beach belongs to the Mexicans. During the week the beach is quiet and largely populated by gringos, but Sunday brings in Mexican families by the carloads and the fun begins. The music blares, the cabanas are set up, giant blankets staked out and picnic coolers roll up. Interestingly, not a lot of Mexicans actually swim but they hang out on the beach and relax. That is one thing we both love about La Paz and the surrounding area – it is very Mexican.
Apparently there is a delivery service for that essential of Mexican beach life – cerveza. Also, please note how spotless this car is, in spite of the dirt roads. Mexicans are extremely fussy when it comes to keeping their vehicles immaculately clean.
One day, we were lazing about on the beach, reading and chatting. I watched as this young man expertly went through his yoga poses, including a few solid headstands. I did wonder if I should dust off my yoga mat and join him, but thought better of it.
About halfway down the beach from the camping area are a couple of restaurants. They are unfussy affairs with fresh seafood and great margaritas. The ambience may be casual, but you would pay triple the price in a restaurant in Toronto and not come close to the taste of shrimp that was caught that morning.
Balandra Beach is just a couple of kilometres away from Tecolote and has a completely different feel to it. It is set in a sheltered cove, so far less windy and also very shallow – perfect for families with young children. We drove over to have a look and climbed up to the top of the hill overlooking the bay.
The view from the other side:
One of the interesting and fun elements of RV travel is you often run into people you’ve met from other campgrounds, and you discover thing you would otherwise have no way of knowing. When we were out on a long hike one day we came upon a couple who were parked at the very far end of the beach; we had previously talked to them in Mulege. They directed us to walk a little further to the next cove to see the poignant site of two memorials to people who had drowned in that area.
The first was quite haunting – an ornate cross right in the water guarding what appears to be a grave. At high tide, the cross disappears.
Two young men were caught in an undertow and drowned at the site, although it’s not clear if their bodies were lost at sea or are buried elsewhere.
Equally sad is this memorial to a mother and son. The mother tried unsuccessfully to reach her drowning son and was herself lost to sea.
We left this beautiful beach reluctantly, but drove the short distance to the campground we had previously stayed at in La Paz, where we knew hot showers, laundry facilities and a great little cafe awaited.
One thing we have remarked upon throughout our trip is how people are able to travel with their dogs in the smallest of vehicles and appear unfazed by it. When we pulled into our campsite, there was a French couple next to us, travelling about in an SUV, rigged with a sleeping platform. In addition to their sleeping platform, their tubs of belongings and themselves, they also had Jacko – by far the cutest puppy I’ve ever seen. He’s just four months old, very mellow and absolutely devoted to his owners. He guarded the door every time one of them went to the washroom.
If we ever get a dog in another life, I want one just like Jacko.
We’ve now been in La Paz for five days for a very special reason. We have joined the ranks of medical/dental tourists who flock to Mexico for affordable dental work, eyeglasses and even hip and knee replacements.
Stephen, although he is loathe to admit it, is afraid of dentists. Over the years, he would break a filling or chip a molar and because there was no pain and they were back teeth, it was out of sight, out of mind. Also, the potential cost of new crowns or bridge work was a bit of a deterrent, and he let it go.
We read about Molar City – the nickname for a small town just south of the California border that has over 350 dentists and is a buzzing hive of up to 6000 gringos a day who line up for implants and teeth whitening. This is work that would cost two to three times more back in the U.S. or Canada. Our plan was to set aside a few days on our way out of Mexico and stop for Stephen’s dental work, but then we researched dentists in La Paz and realized a week in this lovely seaside city would be preferable to a week in a dusty border town.
We discovered Dr. Guzman, who creates new crowns from the CEREC method, using CAD/CAM digital models to create teeth milled from porcelain, in the exact fit of the mouth and to an exact colour match to the other teeth.
The good news was Dr. Guzman does the examination and computer model one day and the teeth are ready the very next day – at US$500 per crown – at least half of what that work would cost in Canada. The bad news? Stephen needed nine teeth crowned. We look at it as deferred maintenance, with a very lucky outcome. The teeth are beautiful and we would happily return to Dr. Guzman in the future. Just as a note to anyone needing significant dental work – don’t be afraid of having work done in Mexico – just do your online research as you would at home. The good dentists are as well trained as any in the US or Canada, they are certified, speak English and have modern, clean facilities; in our case state-of-the-art technology.
Dr. Guzman and a slightly groggy Stephen after the final appointment.
This is entirely off-topic, but during the appointments, I went out for a couple of strolls on the malecon and was lucky to stumble upon a dozen excited and glamorous young women posing for their quinceanera photos. It is a huge event when Mexican girls reach their fifteenth birthday; a coming-of-age and culturally important stage in their lives. It is marked with parties, celebrations and almost identical princess dresses. Here, two young women wait for their turn to pose for photos.
I want to tell you, I looked nothing like that at fifteen.
And finally, back at the campground, we met a most interesting couple, Em and David, from Melbourne Australia who have been travelling South America, Central America and now Mexico for two years by motorcycle. They have had many hair-raising adventures, falls off the bike too numerous to count and survived it all, but are now heading home in early February. They’re homesick for their kids and the rest of their family and friends and ready to get off the road.
We loved their spirit – they are typical of so many people we meet, whether they’re in a big RV or on a bicycle. They are a huge part of what makes our travels so meaningful.
Tomorrow we head north to Ciudad Constitucion for an overnight, then back at Santispac Beach, near Mulege for a few days of sun and beach. We were there on the way south, so I may not post another blog for at least a week until we hit San Ignacio Lagoon and the mama grey whales and their new calves.
15 thoughts on “From the dunes to the dentist”
Ah the life on the road, the new encounters, the crystal waters, the nine porcelain teeth, the fresh shrimps….. it’s ok, just have to go back to work tomorrow, sigh… thanks for sharing you two!
Never mind – soon you will be on a grand adventure and I bet there will be fresh shrimp and crystal water involved. We met a young family from New Zealand who are travelling indefinitely, and they reminded me of Katherine – same sunny down-to-earth disposition. I’m so curious to hear about your travels there – we’d love to go one day.
Wow! 9 teeth! His jaw must have ached for a week.
No, he was so lucky – just the usual residual soreness from having the work done and the needle, but otherwise – nothing! That was big selling point when we were researching – this dentist’s patients kept remarking on how painless the procedures were.
I must say, I thought Stephen looked pretty good considering he just had his mouth invaded. I think you had a much better time of it photographing those young girls (although, I thought they looked much older than fifteen. It’s amazing what makeup can do!) Speaking of amazing … your shots of the hikes you took at various times of the day were amazing!
Yes, I was the lucky one – I finished a book over the two days in the office, went out for ice cream and had a lot of fun people watching on the malecon. Would highly recommend being the partner instead of the patient.
You know the desert landscape well, but this trip has been our first experience of the light and the constant change of the desert – I find it so alive and magical.
No more cracking open beer bottles with your teeth, Stephen!
Boondocking on the beach sounds glorious, and the desert light photos were gorgeous.
You are painting a pretty picture of Baja with every post. Thanks for sharing…
Yes, all those bad-boy habits are gone now.
We were slow to understand Baja, but it has so many qualities, both obvious and hidden, that make it special. It does not even feel like Mexico – it is its own place.
OK -now I’m convinced – there ARE places in Mexico i would still like to visit. The Tourist Bureau should have you on its books! And I’m sure i could find dental work that needed doing to justify the travel -Hope all continues as rewardingly.
Someone like you who was practically born in the water would just love it here.
Now we’re back near Mulege, hanging out on the beach for a few days, although this is decidedly not boondocking. We are dwarfed by big rigs who are down for the winter, complete with satellite TV, cabanas and twinkling lights. (Also a small cadre of dogs, tethered and yappy, that I’m having sinister fantasies about doing away with.) Beauty without peace.
Good for you Stephen, what a life changing event to have a brand new “bite”! I’ve been putting off having a cracked tooth looked at, but now I’ve got an appointment to see whats’ what tomorrow! Wonderful photos and narrative, Ginny, it’s great to travel along with you! Cheers!
I’ll be curious to hear how your appt. goes!
We’re still having a wonderful time in Baja – there is so much the photos don’t convey – the smells, the sound of Spanish, watching the Mexican families together, the sense of belonging – such a rich culture that seems to need so little to be happy.
There is quite a number of Mexicans moving back to their country after years in the U.S. – with the current climate you can hardly blame them. People will do anything to give their kids a better life, but you have to wonder what they may have gained up north (low-paying work, discrimination) when they left so much behind.
Qué buenas fotos! Lovely, lovely landscapes and seascapes. Even rain on the beach seems wonderful, and with your accompanying words it’s all very inspiring. We saw some astonishing quinceaneras in Oaxaca last year. Lovely but kind of scary at the same time.
We thought Steve had such an insouciant, sometimes scampy, smile. Little did we know what lay beyond! What a relief to have everything put right by capable hands and economically, to boot (more proof of paradise, if it was needed). Dr. Guzman himself certainly has a brilliant smile. Looking forward to stories of whales…..buen viaje!
As usual, beautiful pictures and very interesting info. Terry just had a crowndown, and you are right, it is double here. Tell Stephen I will now look for him in the Colgate commercials. Safe travels!