The unsung charms of La Paz

Uunder the beachside palapa of La Posada de Engelbert, a bougainvillea-covered inn owned by crooner Engelbert Humperdinck, the leathery bartender shrugged when asked about modern La Paz.

“La Paz used to be the place to go, and Cabo San Lucas was nothing,” said Mario Carrasco, who has been mixing drinks and entertaining La Paz visitors with his baritone voice for 27 years.

Before La Posada, Carrasco sang the old songs and served margaritas at the Grand Baja, a hundred yards down the beach. Once a center for the yachting community, it is now a burned-out shell, its twin 11-story terra-cotta towers covered with graffiti, windows broken, the roof collapsed on the once vibrant nightclub Caracol Coco.

“In Cabo they build a new hotel every week. Here, nothing,” Carrasco said.

The prosperity of Cabo San Lucas is only the latest twist in the saga of La Paz, for centuries the center of commerce and culture in the relatively untamed desert regions of southern Baja California. The city’s history is laced with dramatic turns of fate and fortune, flirtations with glamour and wealth, all revolving around its role as guardian of a huge bay, a legendary oasis guarding the south entrance to the Gulf of California (known in Mexico as the Sea of Cortez).

English and Dutch pirates once patrolled the entrance to the bay, hoping to pounce on Spanish galleons laden with treasures from the Orient. Four hundred years later, La Paz was developing into the pearl capital of the world when the oysters disappeared in the 1940s, victims of overharvesting or a mysterious disease, depending on which story you believe.

On a recent trip, I came across the sun-bleached remains of thousands of huge oyster shells strewn across a beach on an uninhabited island off the coast, a vivid reminder of the riches once yielded by the sea.

I’ve visited La Paz three times in the last three years, each time discovering new evidence of the tides that have shaped the city.

La Posada, where Carrasco tends bar, is a throwback to the days when John Wayne and his cronies flew to La Paz for fishing trips. Cabo may draw hordes of spring breakers, but La Paz is still a place where grizzled sailors swap stories over bowls of fresh fish stew and cheap tequila.

On a Saturday night, the Malecon, the main drag along the bay, is dominated by young couples dressed in their Sunday best, chastely holding hands and enjoying the warm breeze off the bay, a few grabbing a kiss in the shadows of the street lights. There is no Hard Rock Cafe or Planet Hollywood on the Malecon. Nor is there McDonald’s or Starbucks. La Paz is a place forgotten by the international franchisers.

Nor is there a golf course, which is one reason some travelers prefer Cabo. There has been a plan for many years to build a course on the north end of La Paz, but there are few signs of progress, even as new golf courses sprout like ivy along the coast in Cabo. The lone sign of new development on the Malecon is the stark glass and metal Hotel Seven Crown, which stands out like a Palm Pilot in a Bogie movie. The main drag is still dominated by the Old World styles of Hotel Los Arcos and Hotel Perla, the oldest in the city, which offers an open-air restaurant perfect for sipping a cerveza and watching the passing world.

A lure for adventurers

More than anything, La Paz is a working city, home to universities and the state government. Ferries run daily between the city and Topolobampo and Mazatlan, making La Paz a primary connection between Baja and the mainland. In another flirtation with riches, La Paz was once a duty-free zone, and the ferries were crowded with the families of wealthy ranchers and businessmen from the mainland. However, as is often the case in La Paz’s history, the law changed, and new resorts in Puerto Vallarta and Zihuatanejo lured mainland travelers, once again snatching the dreams of La Paz businessmen.

But the elements that have attracted centuries of explorers and adventurers remain an integral part of the city’s life and culture. First and foremost is the Gulf of California, inspiration to John Steinbeck and Jacques Cousteau, a twinkling mirage in the middle of the area’s blistering heat, which usually hovers around 90 from March through October.

La Paz is still considered a sportfishing port, rivaling the better-publicized Cabo and the legendary east cape of Baja, just to the south of La Paz. During the prime fishing season from May to September, almost every boat returns with marlin and dorado.

For non-fishermen, the sea is an aquarium filled with exotic life. Several large desert islands, home to crystal-clear coves, provide unique and fertile breeding grounds for marine life. The coves and reefs harbor stories, mysteries and generations of sunken ships.

My wife and I discovered one of La Paz’s legendary spots on our first trip. We booked a half-day snorkeling excursion, expecting little more than a pleasant outing.

In a panga, one of the long, narrow fishing boats that are a staple in Baja, we skimmed across the glassy bay toward Isla Espiritu Santo, a 14-mile-long wasteland pocked with secluded coves. As we passed through the bay, we saw splashes in the distance. Moving closer, we realized the splashes were caused by manta rays jumping toward the sky, a mysterious ritual often seen in the area.

After about two hours, we approached a collection of barren rocks jutting out of the water, covered with birds. The sounds of barking drew our attention to the isthmus connecting the two main rocks, where we could see dozens of sea lions squabbling and sunning themselves. The rocks are Los Islotes, home to a seal rookery protected by the government. Donning our snorkeling gear, we hopped into the clear water of the bay, where we were soon joined by a dozen playful seals, clearly accustomed to the daily invasion of tourists. The seals would dive to the bottom and shoot toward the surface, teasing us and our cameras.

On the way back to La Paz, we pulled into one of the coves on Santo, where we ate lunch on the hot sand, our feet cooled by the water slowly lapping onshore.

Not for the resort crowd

The trip was a vivid lesson that La Paz rewards travelers willing to make an extra effort to explore. It is a staging area for trips to secluded islands and the surrounding desert, not a destination for lying out on sandy beaches. For the resort crowd expecting wide stretches of glistening sand, the beaches around La Paz will be disappointing. Bahia de La Paz is notoriously polluted, and the few accessible beaches near the center of the city are often crowded and covered in trash on weekends.

The most developed beach is Tecolote, on a windy point about 30 minutes outside town on the peninsula of Pichilingue. It is the closest Baja gets to the Riviera. Small palapa restaurants with plastic chairs on the beach serve nachos and cold beer.

Just to the west of Tecolote is Puerto Balandra, where the desert heat beats down on a shallow bay of cool water, far removed from the industrial side of the city. Balandra is home to Mushroom Rock, which has spawned a thousand postcards. Situated at the mouth of the bay, the mushroom-shaped formation is perched precariously on a thin spire that appears barely able to support the larger rock.

On a Sunday afternoon, the parking lot for Balandra is often strewn with litter, and locals have pulled speakers out of their trucks and set them on the beach to play music.

But my wife and I visited the bay early on a weekday morning, using a taxi to make the 30-minute drive. The driver dropped us off and promised to return in two hours, a common practice.

We had the cove to ourselves, free to wade through the shallow water in the cool morning air. We wandered the beach, collected shells and took our pictures next to the rock formation without seeing another soul. Our taxi returned just as the crowds started arriving.

Taxis are part of the adventure in La Paz. On the way back from Balandra, the driver suddenly pulled off onto a dirt road and screeched to a stop. Leaping out with an un momento, he strolled over to a taco stand to pick up his lunch, leaving us waiting in the back of the car.

A rental car changes the experience in La Paz, offering the opportunity for your own quick stop at a roadside taco stand and the freedom to explore the stark desert landscape surrounding the city.

The most common day trip is to Todos Santos, near the west coast about an hour’s drive from La Paz. The dusty village’s popularity for American travelers is a bit mystifying, because its lone claim to fame appears to be the large number of American expatriates who have settled there. Many people miss the main draw, a variety of secluded beaches nearby, accessible only by dirt roads, where some of the world’s best surfers work on their moves.

On my most recent visit to La Paz, a trip to the rugged Pacific Coast was not on the agenda. I was just passing through for a few days on my way to sailing on the Gulf of California with friends. During the day we lived at the pace of a culture steeped in the traditions of siesta, wandering the streets before the afternoon heat shut down the city. At night we ate seafood in the open-air restaurants and drank cold beer.

There were few hawkers on the streets, none of the relentless selling found in most Mexican resort cities.

One morning we drove down the dirt roads paralleling the bay near La Posada. We came out on a small beach where an abandoned sailboat lay on its side a few hundred yards offshore, run aground in a storm many months ago. Wandering over to the wreckage, we tried to imagine the owners and the past adventures of the scuttled boat.

On our way back we stumbled on El Serpentario, a reptile farm in the midst of a residential neighborhood, just a few blocks from La Posada de Engelbert. It is home to a wide assortment of turtles, lizards and snakes, as well as “spiders, scorpions, centipedes and other arthropods,” a brochure assured us.

The center was empty on a weekday, except for a few bored-looking attendants. We explored the tidy exhibits, tortoise ponds to lizard pits.

La Paz may not feel like a boomtown anymore, but it is still a place of mystery and adventure.

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Barefoot in La Paz

GETTING THERE:

From LAX, Aero California flies nonstop and direct (with one stop) to La Paz. Mexicana Airlines has connecting service (change of planes). Restricted round-trip fares begin at $178.

It’s a two- to three-hour drive from Cabo San Lucas to La Paz. From the airport at San Jose del Cabo, the east route is shorter but includes some windy mountain roads. The more scenic northwest route goes through the village of Todos Santos.

TELEPHONES:

To call numbers below from the U.S., dial 011 (international dialing code), 52 (country code for Mexico) and the local number.

WHERE TO STAY:

Hotel Los Arcos, 498 Paseo Obregon; (800) 347-2252, fax 624-143-0590, www.losarcos.com. Most rooms surround a courtyard pool. The Cabanas de Los Arcos, a block off the Malecon, are quieter; the garden complex includes 24 bungalows and its own pool. Doubles from $75.

La Concha, Kilometro 5, Carretera a Pichilingue; (800) 999-BAJA (999-2252), fax 612-121-6218, www.laconcha.com. This is the closest thing La Paz has to a beach resort. It is a combination time share and hotel complex about 10 minutes from town. The condos offer great views and a separate pool. There’s a dive shop and a restaurant. Rates start at $95 per night for a double room, $137 for a studio condo.

La Posada de Engelbert, Nueva Reforma and Playa Sur; 612-122-4011, fax 612-122-0663, www.laposadaengelbert.com. This small hotel is on the beach about 15 minutes outside town in a mostly residential neighborhood. Each casita has a stone floor, hardwood furniture, fireplaces and wrought iron fixtures. Rates from $65 to $110 a night.

La Casa Mexicana, Calle N. Bravo #106; 612-125-2748, www.lapacenalapaz.com, offers a pleasant bed-and-breakfast experience in five guest rooms, most with bay views in a quiet setting a block off the Malecon. Rooms, two with kitchenettes, $65-$85 a night; weekly rates available.

WHERE TO EAT:

Bismark II, Degallado and Ramirez; 612-122-4854. La Paz is paradise for seafood lovers. This is one of the best but slightly off the beaten path. Small and packed with locals on Friday and Saturday nights. Entrees about $5-$15.

Restaurant Bermejo in the Hotel Los Arcos, Paseo Obregon; 612-122-2744, www.losarcos.com. This is the place to go for a dressy evening. Besides seafood, the menu includes a variety of Italian dishes. Entrees $9-$23.

Restaurant Dragon, 16 de Septiembre and Carlos M. Esquerro; 612-122-1372. This is one of several good Chinese restaurants in La Paz. It offers a full range of a la carte Cantonese dishes for about $3-$11.50.

TO LEARN MORE:

Mexican Government Tourism Office, Mexican Consulate, 2401 W. 6th St., 5th Floor, Los Angeles, CA 90057; (800) 44-MEXICO (446-3942, for brochures) or (213) 351-2069, fax (213) 351-2074, www.visitmexico.com.

La Paz information also can be found at www.vivalapaz.com, which offers a comprehensive overview of accommodations and activities.

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Kevin Brass is a Texas-based freelance writer.