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 five of us decided to drive six hours south to a spot called Pascuales for a few days. Pascuales – when itʻs on – is a huge, heaving, death barrel similar to Puerto Escondido. Itʻs a big beachbreak that closes out more often than not, but guys still charge it.
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.
Hola real world! Itʻs been awhile since weʻve had Wi-Fi (about a month to be more precise) and a lot has happened in the blackout. To start, youʻve decided to elect an angry orange for president, making it very awkward to be an American in Mexico at the moment.
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.
Today marks one week since we’ve been in California and, if everything goes smoothly, today is the day we cross into Mexico! It has been a week of organizing and making last minute purchases for the van before we set off.
Summer is drawing to a close and with it our time left on Oahu. In less than 10 days, Paul and I will board a plane to San Diego and start this adventure (again)! But in all the excitement to go, I find myself thinking about the past couple months and smiling.
I've been hesitant to write or post pictures lately just because I'm not where I thought I'd be a month ago. By now, we were supposed to be somewhere in mainland Mexico, surfing all along the way. But the van broke before we hit San Diego, ending our adventure before it began.