Cabo, Mexico, the paradise of spring-breakers, hedonistic consumerism and landscaped, safety-railed comfort. A short hop from mainland US, the tip of Mexican Baja peninsula has experienced phenomenal development of time shares and hotels. So what could a pair of feral adventurers hope to find in such a mainstream destination?
Arriving in Cabo San Jose, it quickly became apparent that the groomed gated communities and private beaches weren’t going to offer us much more than sun loungers and piña coladas. However, we had faith in our ‘hosts’ – for the trip and as we settled down to an evening of tacos and margaritas conversation flowed with the cocktails, and the potential unraveled as they regaled us of the ‘real’ Mexico: deserted beaches, empty reef breaks and raw nature. All that, and it was just a stone’s throw from what you might describe as an American colonisation.
