We where dragging our bags and boards across town to find this hotel that our buddy Ricky Lobo owned and somehow crossed paths with him as he was pulling out for a ten hour drive for an incoming storm. He recommended we not stay at his hostal but to keep moving north. Just arriving from Peru we couldn’t do another consecutive day on a bus so we used our judgment to stay and ended up scoring perfect nine foot waves with thousands of harmless jellyfish.
From the series “These New Poutines”