A lot of Baja ride reports have pictures of dusty bikes in hotel rooms. We don't have any of those.
This is where we stayed. This is where our bikes stayed.
This made us feel safe from any thieving Canadian tourists.
The happy cop that drives this car lives about 4 doors down.
We didn't meet any other people from the gun-toting capital of the world, but we did meet a lot of very nice Canadians. They apparently hadn't been told how dangerous Mexico is. We were treated as part of the family by a few groups of these uninformed folks.
Canadian joke time!
"How do you get 30 Canadians out of a swimming pool at exactly the same time?"
Ask nicely, "Everybody out of the pool please."