The good times came to an end on Friday night, but the fireworks continued. Before I knew it, I had opened my eyes and it was 7:30 am and bikes were already tearing out of camp.
From the military checkpoint along the 5 we headed west to Ensenada. The pace was at our typical "delayed due to repairs" speed, which all in all wasn't so bad. I got bit in the neck by an unknown mexican bug, and my throat swelled up as I rode through the twisties to Ensenada. Once we hit the ocean breezes though, the swelling drecreased and the shooting pain went away.