Baja and the Home Stretch

Riding my motorcycle onto the ferry to Baja was a bittersweet moment for me.  On one hand, I was very much looking forward to being in Baja.  On the other hand, being on the peninsula meant that I was on…

Where Did My Clothes Go

I entered Mexico at a relatively new border crossing near a town called El Ceibo.  Upon arrival I discovered that had to pay a $400 deposit as a guarantee that I wouldn’t sell my motorcycle within the country.  Somehow, in…

Baja Bound

Some of you may have noticed, NBM has not been updated in real time during this trip.  I am currently in the mildly boring cowboy town of Durango, looking at my remaining route on a map.  As rumor has it,…

GPS Reciever and Maps

I started my trip without a GPS, not really wanting to bother with an electronic item on my handlebars, electronic maps for each country and another potential theft item.  I bought quite a few paper maps off the internet before…