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Travel Log #6 - Day 5

After driving all morning we rolled into Cabo San Lucas in the early afternoon. The truck was making some weird buzzing noise. I think a bolt was loose somewhere. We pulled into a dusty Pemex on the outskirts of town and instantly a guy was trying to help us "fix our problem." He had run over from across the street. After a few attempts at tightening some bolts under the hood, it became readily apparent that he just wanted to sell us weed, which looked like dirt. So funny. Everyone is a hustler it seems these days. Especially in Latin America . He said, you guys are nice boys, I am a nice boy. We are all nice boys. He wasn't of much help to us...

It was a scorcher and the truck's bumble bee impression was driving me crazy. Needless to say we desperately wanted to get out of and away from the truck to score some surf. So we began the process of finding accommodations. People love Cabo and I saw some beautiful beaches out of town, there is no arguing with that, but the center of town is comparable to a dirty Waikiki . The similarities between the two are eerily striking. Paradise lost, but that's just my impression. I think it would be enjoyable to live in the outskirts of town, assuming you didn't have to head into town all that often. I saw some Shangri-Laesque desert palaces on our quests for waves. I am sure their respective owners perspectives' differed somewhat from my own.

After searching high and low we settled on Zippers, a popular, high-performance wave that was kinda fun. Supposedly it is ultra territorial, but the locals were pretty cool to us.

After getting some fun waves, we ended up finding a reasonable place to camp out on the sand and avoided the several hundred dollar and up hotel rooms. We did splurge it up at dinner though and had one of the most lavish lobster feasts I have ever experienced. I am getting hungry just thinking of it now. Everything was so fresh down to the tortillas made from scratch that evening.

We took it easy that night and awoke the following day to search for waves again. It was miserably flat. We found nothing all day, but the beaches were beautiful. I think if I was content to just lay out like a chick all day I would have been in heaven, if the waves were firing at some of the setups we discovered I probably would have been too, but they weren't and I am not so life goes on.

We were over Cabo pretty quickly since there was no surf on the immediate horizon and it was painfully caliente . We did decide to go out to a few clubs that night though, but the juju juice wasn't flowing or something, neither of us really got into getting that trashed. We both just wanted to get out of there really. I'll go back someday, but it's not at the top of the priority list for now.

The next day we started the trek north to La Paz where we were going to ship the truck from to mainland Mexico in a couple days. We pulled off the road a few miles and stumbled upon a nice beachbreak with some fun waves and just a handful of scattered surfers. I befriended a local in the water named Armando who asked me if I skated randomly. I told him I had 2 skateboards in the truck, to which he replied "vamos al parque." A skatepark in the middle of the Baja desert I thought to myself, sounds kinda suspect, so it was with low expectations that I agreed to join him in an afternoon skate session. I kinda wanted to just keep surfing, but he kept insisting it would be fun so we started drinking Modelos like they were going out of style.

By the way, drinking and driving is perfectly acceptable in the Baja Desert. Everyone seemed to be driving around with a "road soda." Rationalizations aside, who could have possibly known what an insane park existed there! Former NFL football player Justin Armour evidently allowed some skatepark makers to build one in his backyard. Its scope was enormous! There was a 20 foot drop in and inverted ice cream scoop ornately decorated with cucarachas (cockroaches). The entire network of enormous flowing bowls looked like an "espejismo" (mirage). Needless to say, with all of our liquid courage and pent up desire to score some serious waves, it was on!!!

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