La Parabrisa

After a night of camping south of Santa Rosalia, we headed into town to ask the obvious question: anybody got a windshield? The new Spanish word for the day is parabrisa. We did a bit of a goose chase and even visited a yonke, but came up empty handed. The consensus response was that we would have to drive to La Paz – or maybe Constitución before we would find anyone selling auto glass.

We taped up the windshield with packing tape and started the long haul – 550 km looking through a shattered parabrisa.

Despite the obstructed view, the scenery here is killer. It’s a nice drive. You manage to find each square inch of glass that is the best one to look through depending on the curve of the road.

Our side-plan was to look for VW buses along the way and flat out offer to buy their windshield from them. We spotted 5 junked buses in backyards and in empty fields. All without windshields.

Driving without A/C has never been much of an issue for us – but it’s definitely hot here in the summer. As long as we’re moving, it’s okay. It’s when we have to stop – say for long delays due to read construction – that it can get miserable. We’ve been hauling this 12V fan around for a few years and it’s come in handy quite a few times – it earns the BodesWell seal of approval. Today, especially.  Still, nothing beats hopping in the ocean.

Side note: Back when we crossed the border in Tijuana, a guy stopped us in the street and offered to install an A/C in the bus for $200. Bode jumped on it – YES, PLEASE! I balked. I don’t know if it’s been mentioned before, but the bus came with a dilapidated aftermarket A/C when I bought it. It was a preposterous hack job cut through the roof. At least, now I know where it may have come from.