Yea, kinda backblogging at this moment, haven’t written much of late.
Just cam back from Cabo San Lucas, Mexico (yea that party town you hear so much about these days.
Cabo San Lucas, is essentially a party town, reminds a lot like Bali, minus the history and culture, and well, just full of Americans. There are 2 cabo towns, San Lucas and San Jose (a less tourisy town), which is divided by this section called the corridor, just another strech of resorts and such.
It’s plonked right at the tip of the Pacific Ocean and Baha peinsula and separated by the mainland of mexico by the Sea of Cortes.
It’s dessert territory. So coming from the urban jungle of cosmo Singapura, it’s quite stunning, the contrasting rich colors, the wonders of mother nature.
Thanks to Kathy and Gus, we crashed at their vacation spot, aptly named Casas Los Gatos (House of the Cats, Cathy loves cats). The house is located in this gated ommunity/development, Petregal. It’s located on a cliff facing the pacific, about close to 300 vacation homes, some of which are truly palatial.
Food was excellent, thrown into the deep end of Mexican cuisine, lots of wraps, dips and chilli’s, good stuff. And the booze/ Tequilaville baby! Though I think it’s not really my tipple but the Margarita’s made overthere, anythihngelse would pale in comparison it’s as potent and evil, and before you know it, you’d be passed out on the floor! Good Shit. Hence at this point, due to my gastronomical overexuberance, am sorta watcing what I am eating, would be tough as it is the festive eating season … haha …
Few memorable moments? Seeing the silhouette of a whale rxhaling in the Pacific sun on the way to Todos Santos, where THE Hotel California is and inspired that infamous classic, that some say depicts hell by some quarters of society. Then again Don Henley might have felt that he was in ther after a couple of rounds of tequila and Margarita’s as te bar in the Hotel itself is filled with tine mirrors of shapes and prisms.
