The Burger Joint

You've gotta understand La Paz, it's sort of ramshackle planning set against the most delightful of harbours and everyone everywhere is eating or laughing or better still kissing a lover. After too much pro-cras...tination we went to the beach. Or maybe beaches.

The bus lifted up out of the harbour, wrapping around desert curves shadowed by 20 foot tall cactus with falcons perched on top of them. Then blue, deep blue harbours dotted with rusting - still in use - fishing boats. The nets lazing in still lagoons and masts casting their shape to the sandy bottom.

We got dropped at the end of the road and there it was.
















We drank beer on the beach for one dollar. We slept, then I swam in the cooling currents of Cortez and watched the shape and colour of the desert change with the rolling of the sun. After the ugliness of Tijuana I felt a better person for being on the beach, for not participating in maliciousness.
















That night we found The Burger Joint which sat facing the harbour, Mexican hamburgers for $4 and delivered by this dude, yeah this Mexican dude. He got to know us, sat talking broken Engnish with us and we shared a smile.

As the days in La Paz drew on I formed the habit of eating there each night, by the time I was ready to leave dude knew what I wanted. From the seats the entertainment of the malecon was easy to see. The locals set up quite elaborate entertainment each night as a precursor to their carnivale. Boxing rings, brass bands, beautiful women bursting to be named Miss La Paz. And then the oddities of Mexico, clowns playing double bass guitars and political volunteers handing out voting cards.