Mexican seat-of-the-pants architecture. Rusty rebar bent and wired together along with funky plywood and scraps of cloth to make shade. Built by workers in Pueblo La Playa ("Playita"), 2 miles east of San José del Cabo. Burning Man aficionados, take note.
Sarah Palin live in Baja. Thursday Chilón quit work at 1:00 and we took off for Pescadero, near Todos Santos, to visit his friend, artist Alfredo Ruiz at his thatched-roof art gallery/bar/restaurant. About 10 miles south of Pescadero, Chilón's car's motor blew up, and I mean blew up. An explosion and all oil blewn out onto the ground. After hitching a ride from three ranchers, and 3+ hours riding in a tow truck, we got back to San José in time for the V/P debates. We went to Zippers, a beach cafe with a view of the surf (which was up), got them to turn on the debates on one monitor, and what had already been a shitty day got shittier. Bizarre scene. As a big nearby tableful of gringos got increasingly drunk and really loud (they were watching a baseball game), we watched the unbelievably stupid, aggressive, and clueless VP candidate evade questions, spout pre-rehearsed sound bites, and look directly at the camera and WINK!! Oh, so cute! I could not believe it. How can people not see through this woman? She is dangerous! Is this a bad reality show? Am I in another universe? Bill Maher had one of his best shows ever last week with Alec Baldwin, Christiane Amanpour, Garry Shandling, and Bob Woodward. It was riveting.