The Point. Puerto Escondido, Mexico.

You get to meet such amazing, and helpful people traveling the world. When I arrived in Puerto Escondido four months ago I was greeted by this fellow, know as Blondie. Blondie walks around with cut off jeans, nothing on his feet, and has a tattoo of his name, ‘Blondie’ on his right arm. I hung out with Blondie for a week, exploring the small hippie town, drinking mescal, looking for surf shops. I even lent him 200 pesos. I don’t discriminate who I lend my peso’s out to, so I thought fuck it, why not test the trust of these Mexicans.

Well, after two days past I realized Blondie skipped town, so I took off North in an airplane. Two months later I arrived back at The Point, in Puerto Escondido, to find Blondie and my money. This time Blondie had no hair, he lost it in poker, but he had 8 pesos for me.

I forgot to add, Blondie is a drunk, and needed my money to bail his ID out of jail. Screw your name, Blondie.