We crossed over from the United States of America and entered a world where the English language was despised. With phrase book in hand we travelled down the long length of the Baja peninsular to La Paz. I was so tempted with an offer I had; to help crew a boat sailing across the Pacific. Alas my year limit was approaching. A ferry took us to Los Mochis and we made the classic railway journey to Chihuahua via the Copper Canyon. There we parted; Braz headed south to Acapulco and I returned to the U.S.A.