We arrived in Mexico rather suddenly, that is, we drove through a set of lights and that was it. There was no one asking for ID, no signs that said “welcome to Mexico” and basically no border. We instantly had no clue what we were doing! We had planed to stop at the border, get our car registered, our tourist cards and swap our left over American money for Peso’s, it didn’t happen. the moment we switched countries we turned into bumbling idiots in one of the most dangerous city’s in Mexico, Tijuana. Anyway eventually we found out where we needed to go through trail and error and made it to our first beach with some sweet surf. 

 

The waves were consistently 10-15 feet the next two days and we found some secluded beaches to enjoy them. The price we paid for a beach all to our selves was the drive in. Going off road in the old Ford Escort is a little bit sketchy; especially when it’s an hour long mud trail into most of the beaches and we still have to drive across Mexico in the thing. The sound of our car bottoming out filled the air everywhere we went. After one hit something started grinding on the inside of the wheel well.. Upon further inspection Zac found a hunk of loose metal that apparently came off the other wheel the month before this trip. So we deemed it useless, tore it off, and have had no problems with it since.

As we got further down Baja the waves died down but the fun continued. Basically we’d drive as far south as we could in the morning then stop and surf until dark. Zac decide he’d sponge out his boat while we were past the break the other day, only it turned out he wasn’t quite past the break. He got swamped by a wave and ended swimming forcing me to rescue him while Ben laughed and continued to catch waves. Ocean wave’s offer some of the biggest air you’ll find anywhere. I’ve defiantly got some of the biggest aerials of my life in the surf and it’s rare that your boat will touch the water when you lift off a fifteen foot face.

On our last day in Baja we were heading to the ferry terminal when the cops started flashing their lights at us. None of us had any idea what we’d done wrong and pulled over clue less. The cop (who spoke no English at all) was trying his best to explain what we’d done wrong, drawing what looked like the shape of a stop sign and driving his imaginary car right by it. Were paranoid because of all the stories we’d heard about crooked cops and followed him back to the police station. He turned out to be one of the nicest cops I’ve ever met. He cut our fine in half and joked with us for close to half an hour after words…even though none of us had any idea what he was saying and were pretty sure he didn’t know what we were saying either.

Were off to the main land now heading south to do the Zimatan where crystal clear water and sweet rapids await us. Keep an eye out for more updates coming soon.