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i havnt written for a bit, because really there wasnt anything new going on. I could only write about surfing so many times...soooooo...i waited, for some more things to happen as a matter of fact they did.
i find myself with 2 local guys heading to go skate some hills at around 11 at night. im sitting shotgun and this guys girlfriend is sitting in the drivers seat...the other guys putting on his street skating gear when i see lights from a police truck behind us. 2 cops get out..or should i say soldiers, they are freaking menacing with their AK´s combat boots and full guerrilla uniforms. they ask us to step out of the car. Im tranquilo and step out around the front of the car. as does the driver. we stand and wait for them to search the car, im tired and just leaning against the car when i hear an officer walking around the front of the car, i look up slowly to see him holding a huge plastic bag full of marijuana, around 2 ounces. I cant breath, i take a deep breath in and think, ¨holy shit¨ and as i see the disappointed look on
the locals face i realize that they had drugs in the car that i did not know about, a lot of drugs. the officer quickly begins talking with the local guy, they are shooting words back in spanish rapid fire, i make out this. ¨the jail time for this much marijuana is 3 years minimum, we are not the type of cops you can pay off, you are going to jail, we´re bringing you to san salvadore to a holding cell.¨ the local guys voice goes from calm discussion to pleading, ¨por favor, por favor!¨ the officer walks over to me and pulls out his handcuffs and clicks them firmly onto my wrists. i cant´help it, my eyes start to well up with tears and i cant breath...the first thing i think is that im so sorry and i think of my parents..and of the film brokedown palace with claire daines. everything is screwed up, im going to jail, my trip is over, and life just got really complicated. just a week before a friend from here was telling me about the holding cells in el salvadore, its not like a drunk tank in the us or canada, its a
cell with all the screwed up people in all of el salvadore, gang members, murderers, crackheads, rapists...the guy says to me. ¨man they show you you´re in trouble right from the moment they take you in.¨ this jets through my mind at 100 miles an hour, and i am the most scared i have ever been in my entire life.
we sit there handcuffed for 20 minutes as they talk, and the local guy try´s one more time...¨esta possible pagar?¨ the cop takes a look at us, me with tears in my eyes about to pass out and says, depends how much. i have 4 dollars in my surf shorts...i feel even more sick to my stomach. i think about those t-shirts that have the slogans in them, ¨i got raped in a jail sell in el salvadore with 4 dollars and all i got is this stupid t-shirt¨
the girl that we are with pulls out 130.00 from her purse and the police take it, walk over to me and take the handcuffs off slowly staring me in the eyes...i take a breath in which almost makes out to be a sob, and he knows that i know hes
not kidding.
they tell us that we are lucky and to go home...on my way home walking from my buddys house i stop on the path under the stars and take a deep breath. i look up at the sky which looks more beautiful than any sky i have ever seen and say ¨thank you¨im not sure what god i believe in, Buddha, Jahova, the Christian God, Allah, Muhhamed? but i thank whoever was watching over me that night, and as i paddle out the next morning at sunrise i have the best surf of my life...
so that is one story from here, the other ones are of me almost drowning during a swell that even the locals didnt paddle out in...having 5,000 plus people chanting ¨¨coolero gringo go home!!!¨at a soccer match between boca juniors and FAS an el salvadorian team, and getting pegged with hundreds of beers, cups of urine, water bottles and who knows what else...seeing the best surfers in latin america compete in the quicksilver pro championships...and im sure there will be more to come.
i will be in el salvadore surfing for 3 more weeks...ill also be taking a break to journey to honduras to go get my open water certification to get the opportunity to swim with whale sharks which are breading in the area right now. and then back to seattle...i fly in on the night of the 19th, by the way if any of you are around in seattle and have a place to stay,,, hoollllaa....haha or if anyone wants to pick my sorry ass up in seattle that would be sweet too...haha if not ill be bussing it up to van for some time before i start the journey of looking for a job..i dont know if ill be able to handle it after not working for more than 5 months.
however life is amazing right now, my surfing is improving everyday, i push myself to surf with the best surfers in this area and just watching them is helping me improve...i ask them to tell me if they see me doing something wrong, and they are so helpful...every session we sit on the beach and guys will say, ¨dude on your bottom turn pump your legs more...or on your off the lip you need to have your feet closer together..¨ its so stoking to get this kind of criticism. i love it....im a happy person here but am looking forward to returning home, im tired and my feet are cut from rocks and my fins...i need a massage and to sleep for a very long time. so thats that...
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Man good story, you actually have some serious skills writing. The way you are realting the experiences to common everyday american impressions is cool. How old are you any way? Im actually going on the Royal Caribbeans largest ship in the world and just kind of stumbled to this sight and had to read on. Definantely a good story, good luck over there and you wont have to worry about the buds if you just smoke it all first! Peace