Wreaking Hammock

Enough with the freakish beauty of mexi-mannequins, let's talk about us for a while. For the past 10 days or so we have been reveling in the bounty of Mexico's surf from Guerrero to Michoacan. These 2 bastard step-children of Mexican states are much maligned due to the fact that copious amounts of pot are grown in the mountains and smuggled northward. But, thanks in part to this reality, we have 400kms of pristine, mostly uncrowded surf.




We've been making our way north slowly, stopping for fun surf and some serious hammocking. We're talking 8 hours in a day sometimes... of hammocking that is. Spots like La Ticla have been our highlight where we live for under $20 a day. The daily itinerary is typically something like this:

7:30 - wake up and surf
10:00 - eat breakfast
10:30 - read in hammock
1:00 - eat lunch (preferably in the hammock)
2:00 - surf again (try not to get fried by the unrelenting sun)
4:00 - more hammock
6:30 - surf until sunset
8:30 - order shrimp dinner
10:30 - after losing all hope of dinner ever coming we finally get served the shrimp
11:30 - nigh nigh time
Rinse and repeat.



So basically that's been it. Since most of you probably assume we are making up this whole surfing thing we got our buddy Luciano to take some pics to prove our existence. On film, just as in the water, Rachel looks extra beautiful and thoroughly more impressive than Igor the Goth Surfer. That's me.




Mexico, Land of Tropical Splendor.


- JJ