This time I think it`s for real, but I`m done stressing about where and when. For now it`s back to the beautiful wave that took my world class wave virginity, this time by bus and boat. Might stay a whole week there, as it looks like a pretty hearty swell is coming on Thursday and lasting into the weekend. It`s a funny thing, waiting around for swell to arrive so that you can go score the wave just outside of town. On the one hand, I`ve been able to surf a pretty manageable Zicatela with a couple really, really good sunset sessions that saw flawless peaks breaking over complete glass. On the other hand, it`s hard not to feel like my limited time to see this amazing part of the world is passing by while I`m sitting on a thumb chair. I`ve learned a lot, regardless, and hopefully we get some really good face time next week. I`ve got a feeling that the waves we are about to get will be worth all the simmering we`ve been doing in this pressure cooker. It is really goddamn hot right now.
With a new guitar in hand, thanks to Raoul the German hulk`s incredible string of bad luck which included a mugging, a deep laceration, and a cataclysmic episode involving the hostel`s high velocity ceiling fan and my first guitar, I am off to re-discover paradise with a new crew of international wanderers. I`ve got travel chess, a new book from Robbie the Irishman entitled Love in the Time of Cholera, and a journal that is half empty. The green is cheap, and the thrills are cheaper; sails up!
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Bruce! Good to hear all this stuff. Keep it up, hash out the new guitar, and try posting some nudie surfing pics. We on the internet blog community would like it. :) ps - i read that book, Magical realism? seems like your alley.
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