April 23 (Day Two): Unimogs and Camels

The gang met up at 8:30 Tuesday morning, for a field trip down just past the tip of the peninsula, or "Arc". We arrived at Cabo Adventures about 45 minutes later, located on a relatively pristine plot extending up from the beach. We met our guide, Daniel, and split up into two teams of 13. We then boarded the big yellow MB Unimogs and headed down almost to the beach.
The rumors turned out to be true: Camels awaited us in a large enclosure, and after donning attire that would not excite the beasts, we were installed on camels and led on a short loop, about enough time to appreciate the benefits of riding camels over sand. Torrey and I rode a camel named "Slim". Slim wasn't really in the spirit of things, but we weren't spat on, and that was okay. Our desert-habitat eco-tour began shortly after a refreshing cup of sweet green tea, sweetened with honey, and seasoned with mint. We rode the Unimogs a ways up into a less disturbed part of the property, and Daniel gave us very knowledgeable instruction on desert herbology and local lore.
An amazing lunch awaited us when we got back: Fresh homemade corn tortillas, chicken in a chocolate mole sauce and a really hot salsa were standouts. All were prepared on-site using traditional methods, and washed down with Pacifico and what looked like fruit punch.
Sidebar- did I mention what a huge difference in water temperature there is on the west side of the peninsula vs. the east side? The water was positively FREEZING, and you could feel chill! If you weren't in direct sunshine, it was really chilly!
Tequila 101 followed, with our Unimog driver providing expert instruction on the subtle yet profound differences between Tequilas. For example: I never knew that Mezcal- style tequila, (the kind with the worm) was only produced in Oxaca (a state). The worm serves as a kind if natural "quality control"; if the water content of the liquor gets too high, the worm disintegrates, I.e., is no linger preserved. Nifty, huh? ;)
We returned to our resort afterwards, sunburnt and happy. More or less or the remaining afternoon was spent near the pool by many members of the trip, some engaged in a heard contest of volleyball (short guys vs.tall guys) (short guys won, however claim to victory was disputed by tall guys), some basting each other with sunblock and broiling to a perfect shade of doneness, and nearly all keeping Armando busy shuttling G&T's and margaritas in a steady stream.
The group split for dinner, with some going to a French- themed resort restaurant and our half landed in the Italian-continental fusion restaurant. Karaoke afterwards-zzzzž