Well the reports looked good...but the swell was not really there and we are thankful for it. A few stood up to eight feet or so, but they were few and far between. We both got our asses kicked in the nasty shorepound over and over, suffering bruises (leg, head, jaw, throat somehow) and damaged surfboards. Much credit to those who surf this spot when it gets 20ft and up. The rides were fast, steep and very short. So we found a fun bridge to jump off instead.
Garen's front flip face slapper aqui:
We spent three nights at Rockaway hotel, which is actually made up of small, seperate bungalows. It had a nice pool in which we practiced gainers and such.
We went out big one night and hung out with new friends from Mexico City, Eureka, and Australia. There were also a fair amount of topless women on the beach, which I think is worth noting.
We are off to the inland city of Oaxaca next, where will get learned on some history and then probably back to the coast to surf south of Escondido.
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