And so it was that I found myself behind the wheel of a small Chevy, at dusk, heading quickly past the very Americanised all-inclusive resorts of Los Cabos at the southern tip of the peninsula, bound an hour north up the coast for the much more agreeable cobblestoned streets of the village of Todos Santos.
The first thing I learned about driving in Mexico was that, other than occasional optional toll roads, the highways are usually single lane, which means keeping your wits about you – especially when it’s getting dark.
The second was that if a truck in front of you starts to indicate, it’s not pulling out but rather telling you that it’s safe to overtake.
And the third was that animals in Baja have a death wish. They see your headlights and seem to unanimously decide that this is the perfect opportunity to play a game of chicken with you.
So, slightly frazzled from a couple of hours of cow dodging, I arrived at my first stop, relieved to be able to grab a beer and toast my arrival while colourful flags flapped in the breeze outside in the town’s plaza.
I woke early to explore on foot, wandering into several of the small shops selling handicrafts, before finding the town’s statue of a grey whale – which shifted my focus.
If there is a species that defines the Baja peninsula it’s this friendly marine mammal – famous for approaching the local pangas (fishing boats) and virtually jostling to be scratched, tickled and even kissed by visitors. As star attractions go, they are the unequivocal celebrities.