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...?