Though Baja is little more to most Californians than mud-wrestling in tinly bikinis, there sure is more to this beautiful country. It's is, however, not all that easy to find anything but american teenagers if you start out from the central coast with four friends and a volvo. We spent the first night in Rosarito, a few hours from the us-border, and though it was heaven for our single body-builder friend the rest of us could'nt get out of there fast enough. Our indecisiveness took us to San Felipe, a nice enough town with beautiful beaches full of fish heads, and we found paradise in a little village near Ensenada. |