(29th – 30th March, 2016)
The ferry trip from La Paz to Mazatlan on the Mexican mainland was where the “real” Mexico started. What that meant we didn’t really know at that moment, though we would soon find out. We arrived at the La Paz harbor in the early afternoon so that we had enough time to complete all the formalities. This time, however, there were a lot more people at the harbor than the last time we were there to buy our tickets. The waiting area for foot passengers was already quite full and buses, taxis and overloaded autos arrived continuously disgorging loads more with all manner of baggage. Slowly it dawned on us that perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea to be taking the ferry directly after the Easter weekend. For some reason, we didn’t expect there to be so many locals travelling over the long weekend, and besides we thought that the majority would be heading home on Easter Monday, apparently we were sadly mistaken.