Mexico Part Dos

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Barra de Nexpa

After walking the mile out of La Ticla with all our gear, we got to the bus stop looking like we´d just stepped out of the shower. We got the bus to Nexpa and got dropped off at another cobblestone road, but this one wasn´t so much of a struggle as it was all downhill. We found a cabana 20 metres from the water, and it was five star compared to La Ticla. It had a fridge, kitchen to make our own rice and beans, indoor bathroom and 2 floors. Stylin. And we knew Nexpa was a step above Ticla because the dogs pretty much had all 4 legs in working order, and ears and tails, unlike Aerodynamica.

Nexpa is a smaller town than La Ticla, but everyone is there to surf. Its one road parallel to the beach with cabanas and a couple restaurants and a sweet sand bottom lef hand point. The first couple days Mick thought he was in heaven cause Nexpa was firing. And then the rains started. And it leaked all in our downstairs. We pretty much played cards and read and went to have a look if the internet would work in the rain for a long couple days. Enjoyed romantic walks on the beach at sunset. And hoped for no hurricanes.

The water turned into brown chocolate milk, super thick with twigs and leaves and trees from all the storms. There were lots of fish and rays in the water, and an American guy had got punctured in the thigh, he thinks from a needle fish. He had to get four stitches. Michael was out one morning in the chocolate mud on his own, sitting on his board, and something slammed into his leg, almost knocked him off his board. He was on land prettttttty quick, but this Kiwi guy, Ed, convinced him to get back in, as he had only 50 percent chance of being bitten with both of them out.

Nexpa has this wicked shore dump, they call it the Licuadora, blender. Its all little pebbles right at the shoreline, and it just sucks up super hard and slams down, it would get up to 6 foot face. So anytime you werent out in the water was spent watching people try to get in and watching the locals get slammed. Fully entertaining. And at sunset, most nights there would be at least one guy who would have no clue and get sucked down the beach and couldnt work out how to get in. One Mexican guy went in and got stuck in a rip and struggled for half hour before jumping off his board and trying to kick and swim through it. Ed finally went out to rescue him, told him to freaking get back on his board and paddled him in. Ed was trying to push him on a wave but he kept trying to stand up, and then threw his board and got absolutely worked in the Licuadora. He snapped his board but at least Ed got him in alive. Apparently hé,d been beaten up the day before for his board and then gotten kicked out of this town Lazaro because he didnt like any of the transvestites and hadnt been to sleep yet before he decided to go out for a surf.

We also met an Aussie guy, Craig, who had come to Mexico 15 years ago to do peyote. On one of his trips he got a calling to become a musician, so he went back to Oz to take singing lessons and buy a guitar and came back to work the music scene over here. Michael would stir him up every day to play for us, so he came over one night to our balcony with a joint and his guitar. He played 3 songs he,d written when he was tripping...and his voice couldnt get to some of the high notes and he had to stand up to really get into it. Michael was kicking me under the table and I thought I was going to have get up and go inside so I wouldnt bust out laughing. I had to seriously focus on my breathing to make it through. An American guy came over and saved us from that one. Craig had been watching the campsite next to us, and the owner brought him a peyote from his holiday, so he showed it to us. He ate it, but threw it up like an hour after he ate it.

Other than that, the surf was no good, so we played Boche Rock. We also went to these waterfalls with some American guys who loved a hand brakey. We were sliding out a block down the dirt road. The waterfalls were beautiful, you hiked up to them and it was freshwater runoff from limestones, super clear. We were jumping off rocks and the boys were climbing this tree that would bend over the water and then monkey hang and jump in. The Americans had hiked it a couple days before, and one of the locals came with them. At the top of it all, where the water spouts out of the rock, the dude had pulled out a mango and started carving it into a pipe, so they smoked some mango mota (weed). They struggled a bit on the way down, but they are all like professional rock climbers.

We were going to leave on Thursday, but the rock climbers offered us a ride down to Zihuat with them, so we left Friday.

Zihuatanejo

We piled all our gear in the rental car, 5 of us in a little sedan with 3 boardbags and 2 backpacks on top and the rest in the trunk that would not shut. We had to strap it closed, and pretty sure we scraped the bottom on every single speed bump, which is about 1 every 3 minutes. Gotta love the Mex 200 highway. We stopped on the way to get some gas and play some video games, but there was no power. We played them anyway, posed for some action shots. The old men behind us thought we were loco and it ended with JT spilling his beer down the back.

We also pulled up to a red light and this kid came running over to wash our windows. We tried to tell him NO AMIGO, but he just went at it. Burr pulled forward and he kept going, so he reversed backward but he wasnt giving up. So we turned on the windshield wipers and JT was out the window telling him No lo necesito!!

We made it to a hotel in Zihuat on a hill overlooking Playa Ropa, super la-de-daa compared to what we{ve been staying in, it was going to be 3 of us in a room, but Joey got confused, as Joey does, and realized once he tried to check in that his flight was not until the next day. Luckily, I had once again gone to s¿¡t in the airport, and the boys were working on the trunk, so he changed out of his flying attire and we headed back to the beach. Michael rented a jet ski for half hour to cruise around the bay and I went on back. I think I{m still picking my swimmers out of my ass. All he wanted to do was go fast and try to throw me off.

We went out for dinner that night and tried to find some bars. After walking down empty streets, Burr led us back to the plants, he was sure where there were plants there were bars. He was right. We found 2 guys playing guitar and the ladies across the street dancing up a storm on the porch. After a shot of tequila and a beer we thought we{d move on and found some guys setting up to rock out for the night. Played this game where its a long piece of fishing wire with a ring the size of a 50 cent piece on the end, and you swing it and try to hook it on the hook next to you. That took up a good half hour, and the band never rocked. Moved on to another bar that was all red inside with flashing lights and the singer had an armband around his bulging biceps. We headed home after that, and Burr thought it would be funny to fuck with the security guards, so we bunny hopped our way down the drive, nearly into the reception area and back up the hill again whilst grinding the gears and revving the shit out of the hire car.

The boys took off for real the next day, but Burr had no clean shirt. I thought he reeked on the way down to Z-town, like no other man...but his stench on the way out was...well, you could taste it in the air. Michael asked him if he wore deodarant, he dodged that question and claimed he wasnt used to the humidity - its dry in Utah. (BURR YOU STINK)

We got on our 12 hour bus ride to Puerto Escondido that night. Watched Rush Hour 3 in Spanish, then got tortured by some Mexican series involving a nun and priest, mariachis galore and some really good acting. That one was at 10 times the volume of the movie. We stopped in Acapulco, but they had oversold the bus, so it was a bit hectic. We were super glad you could get off the bus to pay $3 pesos for the bathroom, the one on the bus reeked and we had to cover our noses everytime someone went. Some lady tried to start a full on riot in Acapulco, screaming and pounding on the windows, but we missed all of that thanks Uncle Felchies sleeping pills. 14 hours later we arrived in Puerto...

We{re still working on uploading photos, trying to figure out a way to do it that is not one by one...most of them are on facebook...

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