Floggings, Floods and Federals

Leaving me to my slightly less heart-in-mouth waves further south, Rosary set off on her journey, two overnight buses north, with the promise of the big heavy beachies that Mexico is famous for. Setting up her tent, her home for the next two months, Rosary settled in to her new spot. I was only a little ashamed that I had ditched my tent and opted for an $8 a night room after she left, but I was craving some creature comforts.

Rosary’s trip started ‘well’ with a huge Hollywood movie-style drug bust going down in the first week. Unable to tear themselves away, Rosary and a few of the other lads watched from the ‘safety’ of the campsite, only yards away from the action (whilst all the locals had the good sense to hide behind the fence!). The Mexican Federals – kitted out in balaclavas, helmets, shields and automatic weapons – crept up on their targets, bursting into one of the rooms in the hotel attached to the campsite. Putting up a fight, a guy was dragged out of the room, beaten and tazered, whilst two other arrests were made. In Rosary’s words…”It was savage!”

Although nothing quite as eventful happened after, further dramas ensued. The biggest swell in years flooded the place, narrowly missing Rosary’s tent, whilst others weren’t so lucky! She then temporarily relocated her tent further up the beach to the restaurant to avoid any further close calls!

Meeting some great humans, hanging out with some old friends and befriending yet more dogs, Rosary also had some unwanted nightly visitors. Her free, well-used tent had seen better days, with salt encrusted zips that no longer worked, she was graced with the nightly visits of a multitude of mosquitoes and crabs, whose claw clicking and shuffling around kept her awake most nights. [Check out the big lad she found on her pillow inches from her face in the photos below…that alone would have send me tail-between-legs up to the comfort of the hotel…screw the budget!]

As for the surf, Rosary never got the waves she really wanted and unfortunately in this instance patience didn’t really pay off. With shifty banks, lots of close-outs and conditions that were often either too big or blown out, she did however still managed to get some fun waves. Getting the living daylights beaten out of her on a regular basis, this was definitely the heaviest and most challenging wave she’d ever surfed! Rather you than me Rosary, you nutcase!!!