Daylight savings here recently really making it feel like winter is coming (75 degrees instead of 95). Time change means early morning light and fall means end of big souths and start of winter combo swells… Heading northbound soon so more to come from Baja
Posts Tagged ‘mainland mex surfing’
Moved back to Manzanillo to find a crazy red tide (marea roja) and freezing water temps. We made it through winter but wow, never thought I’d be this cold in mainland mex! (click to enlarge)
Just enough on-shore to keep the lazies out of the water and the mexicans flying their kites…
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It’s taken a while but I’ve finally got a handle on what swell angle works where and having put in the elbow grease to explore north and south it’s starting to pay off…
280 km of Jalisco coast to explore on these winter north wests.
120 degrees is just too damn hot. And having “survived” the Arab revolutions of 2011 hiding out in the little oasis of Dubai, I decided it was time to move on. So, when you’ve gotten to the point where it no longer raises eyebrows when you tell your friends and family you live in the middle east, what’s left to get a rise out of them? Easy: “We’re moving to Mexico!”
Although I will no longer be pondering the world from weird places in the middle east, I think it’s still worth keeping this site going albeit with a new twist (keeping the surf/ travel/ cultural commentary + sombreros, mustaches and tequila).
I’ve got a job down in Manzanillo, Mainland Mex. It’s a port town about 3.5 hours south of Puerto Vallarta and more importantly, 45 minutes north of Pascuales, home of large sandy tubes. I’ve watched a lot of footage of Pascuales and it definitely gets pretty heavy. But I’m sure in between the scare-yourself-shitless days there’ll be some epic tubes to be had. For now, here’s some sick footage from down the road:
There are certain places that if you just think about them or look at an old picture it takes you back to a special little corner of your mind where your brain pumps out the good neurotransmitters. For me, and a lot of people I know, Me-hee-co is one of those places. I managed to squeeze in a trip back to Puerto this time last year and it was, as always, an awesome trip. It’d been 8 years since my first adventure to Puerto as the “grom” with Ian and Derek when we were holed up in one cheap hotel room, eating peanut butter and tortillas to save money and just stoked to be able to buy beer with no ID. The town has grown significantly, but the waves out front are still as glorious, and humbling, as ever.
With the mega-swell on the way and our neighbors the Long brothers waxing up their rhino chasers I was scrambling to find a way for a mortal man to make use of the super swell smacking puerto (Greg got this mental one the next day that is questionably one of the biggest paddle-in waves ever at the famous Mex Pipe)
A case of beer and an overnight bus and we found the points further south were doing their thing. The direction had a little too much west to really get the max swell energy but fun waves regardless.
It wasn’t long before an old crew of da boys from La Jolla showed up to take over our quiet little base-camp. A week of right-point shralping and beer drinking ensued, and safe to say everyone was pretty psyched on the waves we got. Special thanks to Cesar and Lalo for keeping it ROOOTS
I put together some of the footage we got for the crew but here’s a taste of the intro and credit section…