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.
Waking up in a van in Mexico is pretty surreal. Waking up and realizing youʻre in Mexico and a hurricane is coming your way just plain sucks. The last hurricane to strike Baja (just a couple weeks before) did a number on Los Cabos. This time the storm was headed to northern Baja, aka right where we woke up. This was a day of driving: as far south as we could get.
Getting into Mexico is pretty easy it turns out. Just before crossing, we bought our Mexico car insurance ($175). Our blue van rumbled though the border at around noon and it took us all of 30 minutes to pay for our tourist visas ($20 per person) and car permit ($50 + $200 deposit). After a brief inspection where board bags were opened and perused, we were on our way.