Out Here in Mexico. Chapter 3: The Trip South: by risa
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. Waiting. No space. Friendly people. Homicidal bus
drivers.
I made it to a pretty well known beach town before crashing for the night. I befriended some British girls and was really bummed to find no wave breaking where it was supposed to. I stayed in a really sketchy hotel the first night which makes my shortlist of all time dives including hotels in the sub 3 dollar range in Guatemala, Peru, Bolivia, etc.
The beach was gorgeous in this place, a giant half moon shape with lush headlands at either end, and because of this, a small swell exposure. They have so many sting rays in the crystal clear water you have to shuffle in and out to avoid stepping on one.
I spent a day checking out the set-up, hoping for waves, and hanging with the Brits, after moving into a much nicer little hotel. The set-up looked right for a West swell but thats about it, so I was on the next bus South after gathering some local word of mouth beta from the local surfistas about a break further down the coast.
Miles and miles of banana plantations rolled by. The smell of burning brush and garbage omnipresent. More hot sun. More dry heat. More suicidal bus drivers pulling hairball passes around overloaded banana trucks on blind curves. More tropical mountains. More dusty roadside towns.
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