This first pic is me with Pablo, the self proclaimed king of Nexpa. His brother owns the campsite we were staying at and Pablo spends all day raking the campsite, fishing and fixing surfboards, he fixed mine for $20 and did and awesome job.

This is our campsite in Nexpa, good hammock time.
This is the beautiful point break, perfect waves almost every day.
These next pics are taken at Play Ventura. The kids got really excited when we started talking about fireworks, so I gave them 20 pesos and they came back with a HUGE back of them so we spent the evening lighting them off on the beach.

They were so stoked that I bought them fireworks that they came back later and gave us a picture of Jesus.

This is Playa Surfar, maybe the best wrong turn ever. We were looking for a beach called Chacahua. We saw one sign off the highway and it said Chacahua 35km. It was down a dirt road in farm country and we never saw another sign, so we kept driving. Eventually we came into a tiny town and I saw some kids in the street and offered them fireworks if they told us where the good waves were. They pointed us down another dirt road next to a lagoon. We eventually stumbled upon this beach and camped here for 2 days. We were definitely the only tourists this beach has ever seen. When we set up our tent all the kids formed a semi circle around us and just stared, then all the men came over and tried to help us set up camp.
We were instantly welcomed as we brought out some cold beer, more fireworks and cocacola. They fed us beans and rice cooked over a campfire, taught me how to fish with a net and were generally great hosts.
As soon as we pulled out the digital camera the kids went nuts getting us to take more pictures of them so they could look at themselves in the screen, so we have a lot of pictures.
Sandi was getting anxious to leave because they have quite traditional family values, the men sit in the shade all day and go fishing for a couple hours a night if they feel like it and the women spend all day cooking, doing laundry, raking, spanking the kids with sandals and walking to town for supplies.





There were about 10 – 15 families living on the beach but they all seem to share the parental responsibilities so we could never figure out which kids belonged to who… but this is one of our main hosts Valentin and his extended family.

From Surfar we went straight to Puerto Escondido, some of the craziest surf I have ever seen. This is me trying to make it out, took me almost half an hour and all my energy to make it past the break.
We had lunch one day at an Italian-Mexican place. Handmade pasta with traditional sauces, it was amazing. This is Sandi next to the chef and his daughter/prepcook. The baskets behind them are all filled with fresh pasta.

This is in San Cristobal, the best soup ever. Delicious chicken/rice and veggie/steak.
The main drag in San Cristobal.

This is the kiteboarding beach in Los Barilles, the first pic is Simon and myself after getting beaten up by the surf. What an awesome sport!


Sandi, timidly checking out the Emus.

This is at the Zoo just outside of Los Barriles, kinda crappy conditions but I guess my ethical standpoint doesn’t have much sway in small town Mexico.

These are our friends in Los Barriles. Ian and Megan who run Exotikite kiteboarding

Mack and Phil are beside them, Dave and Hunter, then Simon the british dive master . We cooked diner for everyone at Ian and Megans house, it was so nice to use a real kitchen.
This is the sunset taken from the ferry from La Paz to Topolabombo.
This is Sayulita beach, kinda gringo heaven. Seems like everyone speaks English and the waves are so overcrowded it’s ridiculous.


Maybe the best BBQ joint in the world, a huge plate of sizzlin meat with veggies, salsa, tortillas and beer.
These are some shots of La Ticla, Amazing surfing, great campsite on the river overlooking the surf and sweet hammock spots.


This is Christmas diner at La Ticla. Surrounded by fellow Vancouver islanders and Yon our German neighbor.
Weagle, the Pinatta Master from Victoria BC.