BEN BORLAND heads to the tip of Baja California to explore an A-list hangout blessed with dazzling scenery

IT WAS a cloud of autumn leaves, apparently floating upwards, which alerted me to the fact that a couple of pre-lunch tequilas in the cruise ship's bar might have been two too many.

THERE’S a great Mexican phrase that seems to sum up the twin towns of Cabo San Lucas and San José del Cabo, which sit on the dazzling stretch of sugar-white beach at the outhernmost tip of the Baja California peninsula: