Santa Rosalia

so it seems like the hurricane hit santa rosalia pretty hard. i just ate lunch in a cafe that had no running water and a lot of flies. none of us are feeling super awesome. it´s just too hot. this american guy just came up to us and was like, "what on earth are you guys doing biking through baja in the summer?" i guess he lives here. i asked him how it is in december and he said it´s like a paradise. not right now though. also people are having bike trouble. in guerro negro erik and i got this hotel room, and peter and the other guys camped. so peter met some british cyclist and just took off with him. he didn´t even come by the hotel room to say goodbye to erik and i. then yesterday we accidentally biked 90 miles, and erik and i were hanging out at the campground, and the other guys ran into peter hitchiking on the road. His rear hub is totally messed up and needs to be rebuilt. he told the guys that he was going to hitchike here and look for a bike shop, but there isn´t one. we haven´t heard from him, and i´m a little worried about him because he´s only 18 and he doesn´t speak any spanish. i wish i´d seen him on the road cuz i probably would have offered to go with him. we´re wondering if maybe he decided to take the ferry to mainland mexico. then erik and i are rolling into town today, and erik´s pedal totally craps out. it just stops turning. so he tries to fix it, takes the thing apart, and it´s toast. the american guy erik is talking to says he has a pedal he can give him, so hopefully that works out. i dunno. it´s like i´m so hot and tired i almost can´t think straight. we´re talking about maybe taking the ferry to mainland mexico in hopes that it´s cooler, but people say it´s the same. also, if we cross over now as opposed to biking down to la paz, the only road going south is a toll road, which means we´d have to sneak our bikes on. i´m so, so tired. i hope erik gets another pedal and i hope we can some how find peter. i think we should stay here on baja and bike south, but maybe that´s a bad idea cuz some places don´t have water. also, i´m getting tired of being everyone´s translater.
the other night i had a dream that it was my birthday and my parents were buying me a chocolate esspresso milkshake and it was so cold and delicious. at night when we go to sleep, the ground is hot. you can feel the heat surge up at you through the floor of the tent.
'jessie