Why You Should Surf!

(the Fonz ain't got nada on Jon Booze!)

Logan hath arrived!

I took off from paradise (Mazunte, the beach) to go back to Oaxaca to get my bag and meet Logan at the airport. Although the trip was thankfully slightly less exciting than the one with the drunk boob-grabber, my travel partner did end up tossing her cookies into a bag. How delicious. No problem when you're sitting ON TOP of each other. 5 people wide in a mini-van through the mountains, yummy!

We spent a day in Oaxaca before heading into the mountains for a few days. Logan unpacked his bag there for the first time and discovered that packing is an art-form.

("what do you MEAN I need to pack things in plastic bags?")

Sunscreen:1 Logan's bag: 0.

(living in a cloud)

It was pretty wild. The clouds would roll in around sunset and the whole place looked like it tasted like marshmellows.

After a few nights chilling in the clouds, we decided it was definitely time for the beach. Back to Mazunte. There was a giant going-away party for 3 of the girls that had been living there for a long time. It was a gala of sorts. Of course, as practical tourists, we don't exactly have gala clothes. But we have imagination. Ya that's right....duct tape ties! The ladies couldn't stay away. Literally, when they got too close, they were stuck. Brilliant.


(party time, pre high-school drunk)


(ummmm)

One day we went on a boat tour of a sweet water lagoon. It's horribly inaccurate to call it sweet water. It's fresh water. The water probably tasted like crocodile pee. I guess that means that it's not even fresh. We'll call it non-salt water. ANYway...

(Jonathan:1 Baby crocodile:0)


(hungry crocodile... I wasn't worried, the Mexican tourists were fatter than us.)

Fast forward a week, and one town down the road, Puerto Escondido! This place is a world class surf spot. And a world class party spot. We came for 2 days. But we still haven't left. I think it was 4 days ago, but days and nights just kinda meld into one.

Yesterday we went fishing at the sunrise.


(a sunRISE... amazing. I thought it was myth.)


(AH, the accidental duplicate upload of the sunrise.)

In the first 5 minutes, I caught a big-ass tuna that fed about 10 people in the hostel. We cooked it up for dinner. Well, actually, another guy cooked it up for dinner, then fed us tequilla. They say that "the Devil's in the details." How misguided. The devil is CLEARLY dwelling in the bottom of the tequilla bottle.


(Ocean: 10 trillion. Jonathan: 1)

Then in the afternoon, we went surfing!! I've never surfed before. In case you're in the same boat and you get the chance, I might offer some advice:

1) DO IT. It's so much fun.

2) Have insurance.

3) Wear nipple guards. My nipples have never been so sore in my life. I have chafing. I wore a bikini top last night to protect my nipples when we got home from the bar. Again, more proof that the devil is in the tequilla bottle, not the details.


(boys and their toys)

Logan time is awesome.

And now...?

Would YOU blog?

(the Fonz ain´t got nada on Jon Booze)


(home)

Okay, here's the synopsys.

Jonathan gets an email from Nomi, his friend from Tepoztlan.
Nomi´s plans fell through, so she comes to visit Jonathan.
They decide that the beach is the best.



(They decide that hitch hiking to the beach is best.)



(They decide that a $5 bus after sitting on the side of the road, for 3 hours, is the best.)


They may not decide this if they knew that they were going to be going through possibly the windiest road on the planet through the mountains for the next 6 hours with a man so drunk that he grabbed my manboobs, and almost fell out the door of the second class broken-ass bus which was wide open for the first 3 hours.


(They decided correctly, the beach is the best.)


(20 minute walk, NO people, white sand)

I have had an unbelieveable... actually, I don´t know how long I´ve been here... 10 days? The water is perfect. The waves are perfect. The people are fun and full of life. There is jamming happening every night with incredible musicians.




Life is oozing gold.


(three clowns and a natural jacuzzi-- me, Nomi, Chile)


I am leaving in 2 days to go back to Oaxaca to pick up Logan, who has decided to stop reading the blog and start doing the blog! OHhhhhh ohhhh!

Ever see a ninja?

(me either)