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 [...]
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 [...]
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, [...]
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 [...]
The Trip South by LK I decided to let Cloey rest in Nuevo as her transmission is questionable. I was on a chicken bus with my board and a few other basic necessities by the end of the last work day, Southbound. Out of the resort and back into the Latin America I remember. Heat. [...]
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