Okay, finally back on the road after all these months back home in the states. This is Robert's fourth time (my second) driving the long Transpeninsular Highway 600 miles to the sleepy Baja town of Loreto--more accurately, to Nopolo, home to the Loreto Bay development. This time we pulled a 12-foot long cargo trailer stuffed with supplies. We brought a new, more comfortable sofa and leather chair, another television, kitchen appliances, etc. etc. I even tossed in a frozen turkey. On our first haul back in 2005, I remember being terrified at crossing the border. I had all our paperwork in order and worried over getting busted for bringing over perishable foods. We breezed right through never having to stop for inspection only to learn later that we needed to check in with immigration in Loreto to get our tourist visas.
The essence of familiarity is ease, in so each consequent trip down we grow nonchalant, even cavalier, over the border crossing event. Once again, this episode was uneventful. We crossed the border at Tijuana at 7:30 am on Sunday morning without any wait whatsoever and incredibly, if not foolishly, drove the entire trip in one day arriving in Loreto Bay at 1:00 am. We would never recommend anyone to do that, but we, or Robert rather, felt up to the challenge. I think after the long preparations and delays we were very anxious to return to our other life--to Loreto.
We fell into our beds and slept till noon the following day.
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