Virginia and Larry and their guests let us partake of their tasty breakfast with them and then we hit the road. We wanted to spend the night at Coco’s Corner in the desert.
Along the way we stopped at a little restaurant at Punto Bufeo where there is free camping on the beach and Malachi the Wonder Beast was harassed by two younger pups. We ate a quesadilla and had Tecates. On a different trip we will definitely camp here. One of the pups was named Percy and I never got the name of the other one so I took to call him Pancho. They were lovely little ankle biters. They were especially enamored of Malachi’s leash and would have walked him if they could have.
The freeway to Coco’s is mostly paved these days, but the last bit is still dirt. Semis still bravely traffic it though. We got to Coco’s in the late afternoon. Coco is a Baja icon who has been there since the 50s. His place is along the Baja 500 route and he’ll let you camp there for free if you buy a soda or beer. He is a soft-hearted gentlemanly lecher and hard to resist. He fed Malachi the Wonder Beast about 20 biscuit cookies from a special tin. We ended up being the only folks that stayed at his place that night so we hung out with him for a while and even cooked up breakfast for him in the morning. I gave Coco a pair of my panties to hang on his wall as apparently this is what is done and really who am I to question these things. You can tell Coco is beloved by many, but he is also isolated. Lots of folks stop in to see the legend, but few stay. Coco described to me how he tried to flag people in for Christmas and New Years by shouting at them as they passed by and shaking his bottle of tequila at them. No one stopped he said. If you pass through this part of Baja stop in and give Coco a hug and let this 81 year old gent give you a squeeze.