Once again there is no wifi
connection in our rental. This is being posted ---- really slowly ---- from the
bus station...
The heat has
been brutal (mid 30’s C, or mid 90’s F) and unrelenting. No relief or a/c
inside, so the best strategy is to go into the ocean. The surfers are at La
Punta daily, taking on the Mexican Pipe. From grey haired gringos reliving
their Surf City memories to local boys and girls, the crowd is mixed and mingling.
Paddling among them like teetotalers at a frat party are local guys casting
their handnets. The surfers catch a wave, the locals catch dinner.
The ocean
has many sizes and shapes. You gotta get into the curls and breaks along the
way on the 3-mile walk back on hot sand. One of us got slammed under a big wave
and had a shoulder hurt. The other got sand in places you didn’t think sand
could go!
BONUS!
Sitting on a log between sand and scrub, I noticed a blur of blue. We always
look for birds but without much luck. But scare
vaca! There was the most exquisite rainbow-on-wings, almost posing for the
camera. Pat verified it was an Orange-Breasted Bunting. So pretty, so unexpected in this
arid bush. Thankyou, bird angels!
One block
away from our place is the “Adoquin”, a street blocked off nightly for
strolling. Mostly food carts and junky souvenir tables, but a true Mexican
family sight to see.
Other random
sights? Many tour buses that bring people to the beach for just the day, loading
and unloading like piles of laundry. And a corn stalk growing in the gutter of
the main highway.
Back to the
Adoquin, but early yesterday morning. The shape of water this time is gushing
out of a tanker truck onto the street. Hundreds of people with detergent,
bleach, and brooms join into a giant street wash! Is this the Olympic trials
for the Mexican curling team??
The air
cools off a bit when the sun goes down. The waves are calmer in the cove. But see you at The Pipe manana, amigo!
How is your "Hang 10"?
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