Just 3 hours south of Los Angeles to the bottom of the Baja Californian Peninsula is Mexico's Los Cabos with the huge endless stretch of the Pacific on one side and the Sea of Cortez on the other brushing up onto the mainland.
Los Cabos is a short hop from the west coast of the US and once the hunting ground for the rich and famous but low-cost airlines put pay to that and sadly the actual town of Cabo San Lucas is now pretty much an outpost of America. However 14 miles away, across the other side of the coast is San Jose del Cabo which has a much more authentic Mexican feel to it.
The stretch between the two towns is known locally as 'the corridor' and that is where our hotel was situated. It was a magnificent setting and probably the finest hotel I have ever stayed in. There were more staff than guests and any sudden movement was met by a friendly member of staff asking if they could help!
People watching was at a premium and there were plenty of surgically enhanced LA ladies to admire around the infinity pools, which helped pass the time lazing in the sun. Diana Ross was also a visitor, apparently popping down for the weekend with her kids.
It was a great holiday and a fantastic way to spend a week and although a long haul from the UK I would thoroughly recommend it. From top l-r: Tequila, work of the devil; View from hotel, Pelican taking a dip; Hotel entrance; Lands End at Cabo San Lucas; Lovers Beach; Sea Lion colony; Cabo San Lucas; Squid Roe; Cabo Wabo owned by Sammy Hagar; Sea of Cortez; Cactus everywhere; Lucky charms; Hotel.
After living in Chicago for four and a half years, I moved to the beautiful if bewildering island of Bermuda in July 2008. This blog is about being an exiled and depressed Charlton Athletic fan and whatever else the day brings.