By Mike and Dave
A cool breeze blowing off the Bani River descends upon Mopti, softening the brutality of the mid-afternoon heat in the ancient town. Two men dressed in Tuareg attire – flowing robes and protective turbans – huddled in the shade playing a game of Wali to pass the time, engaged but silent, as […]
It is the Gringos Who Bring the Sickness Here
by MK
After my morning session on the last day my health started to deteriorate rapidly. Nausea. Cramps. Some fever. Finally, a tingling sensation in my arms, legs, and face, as if I had slept on them. I started to lose feeling in my appendages.
I told the […]
I was greeted by one of the few other surfers who had found this place with “Welcome to surf jail”. I didn´t know what that meant and didn´t care since the sun was going down and I wanted to get wet. After stringing up my hammock under a palapa and leaving my valuables with a […]
and Out Here in Mexico, Chapter 7: Surf Jail.
(Merry Christmas)
by LK
As the bus entered this region, I noticed a wild growth of beautiful flowering bushes everywhere giving the air a sweet and fresh smell. The legend of Manitos was in the back of my mind.
We wound upward through gnarly coastal mountains looking […]
The Legend of Manitos
by LK
The story goes that this infamous bandito leader had a birth defect giving him little arms like a T-Rex (Manitos). He operated a band of about 20 men in this region for years. His men ambushed buses, VIP cars, and drug shipments without facing consequences.
They robbed and raped, then absconded into […]
The Place of the Masters of the Fish.
by LK
I had heard about this region that the Aztecs called ¨The Place of the Masters of the Fish¨ in their language. More recently it has been known for marijuana cultivation, narcotrafficking of other sorts, highway robbery by armed groups of banditos and downright remoteness. The […]
