Iʻm sitting in the van soaking wet as a thunderstorm rages around us. We are in southern Michoacan and this is the first real storm weʻve dealt with. Itʻs the kind of storm that has me questioning why I ever left the warm, dry confines of my home in Hawaii for this crazed adventure.
Our next spot was La Ticla, a two hour drive south from Pascuales. La Ticla is a small town with an amazing wave. A wide muddy river feeds into the ocean here, creating both lefts and rights over cobblestones and sand. On south swells the lefts work while the rights turn on during those winter north swells.
The party had apparently been going for an entire week but we were here to catch the finale. Inebriated cowboys guided their horses to stomp and keep time with music in a kind of equine ballet. Big brass bands played music as a parade winded though the streets… People in San Poncho can really party.