La Bocana again, our last day there. As you can see, the sandbars were working, as was the mud/poo factor. Gee paddled out first, solo, and freaked when a three-foot fish resembling a barracuda swam across his arms. We had to wait for a set to pass through before we could join him and I think it gave him just enough "alone time" to get psyched out. On my way to the lineup, another eel-like creature nibbled on my pinky. I squealed like a pig, which caused the two locals already out to laugh hysterically.
My first wave is the last one pictured here. By my guillotine impression, you can tell I need a tube-riding lesson. The session picked up from there as we got tons of lefts, rights, and even more thundering closeouts, but never the elusive barrel.
Here's a question: Would you paddle out in these dirty conditions (near a rivermouth in Mexico, right after a rainstorm), especially with scores of snakey fish slithering on the surface? Our amigo Markarita (in the top pic) compared the go-out to dirty sex. We expanded on the analogy with numerous metaphors... none of which I'll subject you to.
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There's that dirty water. How could you?
What, no Standells reference? Hope you come out of there un-infected.
Well, since posting this, two of the four dudes pictured above have come down with ear infections. I'm still golden, though, except for my tan, which is already starting to fade!
mark get worked on that one? wish our beachies had more juice.
Marky actually made it, although it shut down pretty quick after the drop.
Duoche Bag! I went into the water and got sick too! Go ahead you can mention me.
squirt, squirt...
...chocolate tuna enchiladas...
...you need to surf better waves man...
all I can see is knee to shoulder high without any power
You own a Kane Garden fish!?!
How lucky... ;)
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