The last 100 miles to La Paz went flawlessly. Just a couple cows crossing the road here and there, something I’m pretty used to now. But since I was cruising at only 45 mph all I had to do was smoothly drop the throttle to comfortable cruise by them.
Upon arrival in La Paz it felt like the first place I had seen since Ensenada that really had amenities. There was a motorcycle repair shop and 1000 sushi restaurants. I was pretty happy to be back in society again for a little bit after feeling like I was hanging on to a thread out in the middle of nowhere the last week.
I got into town and checked into my hostel. “Nomadas Hostel.” The owner was a really nice girl but it was the first hostel I had been at for a while. There were some kind of weird characters there and the room smelled like straight bootyhole.
I dropped my stuff off and met up with the couchsurfer who had messaged me saying I could keep my motorcycle at his place while I traveled back to work. His name is Oswaldo and him and his girlfriend Wendy were incredibly sweet and have their own little kombucha business. Their Kombucha is the tastiest kombucha I have ever tasted in my life.
I dropped off the motorcycle and headed back to the hostel to explore around the town a little and start to prepare to go back to work.
Oswaldo recommended a place called Taco Fish which I then promptly went to to try out. It was absolutely delicious and I would now recommend it to anyone. The shrimp quesadilla has flavors I never knew existed.
