Well,
I’m packing my bags for my taxi ride to Huatulco. This is the last day
of my surf trip to Salina Cruz, Oaxaca, and I’m afraid there will not
be one of my patented sleep aids (videos) this time around. For one
thing, the surf wasn’t all that pumpin. Secondly, my guide was no
photog, and preferred to hang in the shade as much as possible. That
shows his superior intelligence, as it is feckin hot. Far more intense
heat than Pavones, which I find strange, since it’s far further north.
I
brought the GoPro, but the waves didn’t really merit its use. Not that
I didn’t have fun, mind you. I surfed every day, three days a double
session. That’s a lot for me! This area is famous for its sand-bottom
barreling point breaks, which was naturally quite appealing for me. If
you look up, hmm, perhaps Punta Chivo or Escondido you’ll see some scary
looking stuff and some square tubes with very thick lips! I was hoping
for something a little more tame and got it. There wasn’t enough swell
for the points to really turn on, but the tweener spots were super
fun. Oddly, my best two back to back days were at Punta San Diego!!
How’s that for an odd coincidence?
Being
out of practice and my knee still throbbin like a mo fo, I’m really
satisfied with my trip. I would like to return on a surgical strike
type mission some time, though, and see it really smokin. OK, well,
there was yesterday afternoon, when the wind switched offshore. I had a
fantastic late PM go out at Punta Conejo in little 2’-3’ zippers.
Everyone was sitting outside where it was just blobbin. I was inside
all alone and lovin life.
Hey
Paul, are you still lean n mean? I still think quite fondly of our
incredibly serendipitous chance meeting at Campus! Me, I was hoping to
shed a few pounds on this adventure, but Mexican cuisine is not
conducive to that. I certainly burned calories, but chilaquiles for
lunch balanced all out!
I hope this update finds you both well
Ciao fa niao
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