After that we just had to go for a swim and besides, there were no showers
there. Experience of holidays in Devon and swimming in the Bristol Channel
was good preparation for this. It was freezing! But, still really beautiful
and we spent a good quarter of an hour splashing about. This seemed to
tempt our few neighbours, a Canadian and American couple in.
They'd been there several days but hadn't had a dip yet.
We wanted to stay but we also wanted to get on to Guerro Negro where
we could go whale watching. Sometimes we have such hard choices to make.
The whales won so off to the Pacific coast we went.
Guerro Negro isn't the greatest place but no one goes there for the
For us tourists it's all about whales so we checked into a nice hotel
with a good restaurant on the edge of town and arranged a whale watching
trip for the following morning. We were taken out in fibreglass boats
with very powerful outboard motors, each holding about 10 people. It was
fun to an extent and we did see quite a few whales although only from
Unfortunately a storm blew up and it got cold, rough and wet. Now, I
have a weaker stomach than most so after about an hour of this I was looking
like death on a white horse and finding it quite hard to appreciate the
Not long after I got my wish and the boat headed back to shore. Hmmm.
Perhaps we should have stayed at Playa Perla.
Recovering in a shady spot back at the hotel sipping good coffee we
met Klaus, Connie and Gido, a German couple and their Italian friend.
They'd spent the last few days going whale watching about twice a day
50kms away at Scammonds Lagoon and were hooked on the experience as if
it were an incredibly addictive drug. I knew it was a dirt road to get
there but they assured us our bike would have no problem on it. They raved
about the number of whales there and how close they would come to the
boats. Most importantly they assured me the lagoon is like a mill pond
and I needn't worry about getting seasick again. 'Chenda was well up for
it and by the time the others had finished with their descriptions I was
also convinced going there was a good idea.
Sure enough, the road was fine. We just had to go slow and be very careful
in the odd sandy patch. The bike went onto reserve on the way and by the
time we arrived I was a little concerned about whether we'd have enough
fuel to get back to Guerro Negro. Klaus and the others were hanging around
when we arrived as there was a busload of people ahead of us to get on
to the few boats available. We decided to share a boat and hoped we would
actually get a chance to go out as it was about 3.00pm at the time.