Fickle Paradise

Heading out

With Rosary bee-lining it to the next super heavy Mexican beachie, I headed off on my own to another spot that was less likely to break my boards or my back. After 3 weeks in a tent I decided to treat myself to an actual bed…my own room on stilts with a concrete platform to do yoga and a view of the wave, with stray dogs & a parrot for company…heaven! Meeting some cool people, including a likeminded surf chica from Switzerland, Prisca, living cheap and getting fun waves, this was a spot I wanted to put some time in.

Unfortunately, after 10 days, we were faced with a hurricane warning, where it would hit exactly was unknown, but either way we were certainly in the firing line for some seriously stormy weather. So with no clean swell on the way, deteriorating banks and this potential hurricane…yet again, it was time to move on. Hooking up with an Ozzy ripper, Nathan, who was heading South before the storm hit, we made a Corona fuelled plan, and it was time to take on my unfinished business with El Salvador.