We woke up early and got on the bus to Cabo San Lucas the
way we learned on Christmas day to meet with Rancho Tours using the tickets we
bought the day before.
The Panga Tour was so much fun. We took lots of seabreezy
photos and gawked at the mostly undisturbed sea lion population. The Panga Capitan
pointed out the points of interest and told jokes. He threw out bread so the
fish and birds would swarm the boats. I at this point had not seen a single
fish in the glass window of our glass bottom boat. The wind picked up and was
much more tumultuous than in the previous days. The water was too choppy to
bring us to lovers beach during high tide even though I dutifully packed two
hotel towels and a light lunch as recommended by my guidebook.
Afterwards we went swimming at Playa Medano. The water was so clear
We went had a late lunch/early dinner at a lovely restaurant
on the marina called Baja Cantina. We passed by many delicious options on the
Marina with very good seafood specials but couldn’t compete with Baja Cantina’s
robust vegetarian offering. I had a
cactus margarita and mushroom and spinach enchiladas. It was absolutely
fabulous.
Real Talk: I am starting to tire of the fact that every
price is negotiable. A dollar difference in price seems to mean nothing to me
but everything to the local Mexican population that make only 4 dollars a day
in a minimum wage job. I want to give them the price something is worth without
feeling that I am being taken for a sucker. For instance, my Los Cabos
Guidebook tells me that a panga tour should be between 8 and 12 dollars per
person. The Rancho Tours brochure advertised a price of 15 dollars. The brochure booth operator offers
us a special price of 12 dollars per person for booking our tickets in advance.
We ask if we can keep our plans a little bit more loose by buying our tickets
right before we board, but he totally stopped the show by leveling with us in
the most sincerest way possible. He tells us that if he sells the tickets in
advanced he gets a two dollar per person kickback. I keenly note that he is an
American expat with a fading facial prison tattoo. I buy the tickets annoyed
that he would pull the sincerity card on such a low amount of money, and doubly
annoyed that someone else on the same
tour is only paying 10 dollars per person buying direct. I don’t know how long
I can keep an open heart when I feel like my sympathies are being constantly
taken advantage of.
We went home and took a nap and relaxed for the rest of the
day.