When we finally got the signal to load up, we made our way up a bumpy, grated ramp, slipping a little on the oil a semi had spilled near the top (great timing to spill oil, guys). We were then directed beside a wall where there were some bars to tie down the bikes. We had picked up some tie-downs at Home Depot before arriving, as they weren’t provided, and crossing the Sea of Cortez/Gulf of California is still essentially crossing an ocean. They ushered us up to the deck where I had reserved a cabin, which seemed well worth the expense. Otherwise, we would have to sleep on the floor of the common areas, alongside the loud partying all night that was oh so common here.