On a warm El Salvadorian night in Las Flores, we tested the tazer that Adam had brought on his Central American surf trip... On Adam. 5000 volts later, the young lad from Florida was a little startled... He definitely earned his free dinner and bottle of Caribbean rum.
Showing posts with label El Salvador. Show all posts
Showing posts with label El Salvador. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
No waves?
What do you do in a tiny surf village when there is no swell? Buy some local rum, a bunch of cigars, a few beers, then find an abandoned restaurant overlooking the bay to get loose for the arvo.
Then then back to base for a bonfire and a good old tazering.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Local places and faces
Scuba Steve the Oyster machine
Tazer and Papa Ay-yai-yai who runs the surf camp from his hammock
Looking back at Las Flores from the point
Local cowboys
Trekking through the broken down fishing of village El Cuco
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Rum shots and sponsor stickers
Its a sweet little routine - waves, hammock time, then well deserved beers on the beach. As the sun began to set, the fire was ignited and over dinner we discussed what it would take for Adam to take a tazer right to his back. After alot of bargaining with all parties involved, Adam settled on 1 fish dinner and 1 bottle of rum. Super excited, we immediately had a pre pro meeting discussing cast, props and camera angles. With all the talk of Adam’s inevitable electrocution, he vanished into the darkness, returning about 20mins later with a pretty accomplished look on his face. He’d just ventured over to the Billabong Girls Surf Camp, selling them in on the apparent fiesta we were having, roaring fire, epic tunes and handsome dudes. Skeptical if the girls would actually show, the ordinary fire still got some subtle attention. Then to the sound of the local dogs barking, 10 girls emerged from the darkness - beers and rum in hand. From then on things got pretty loose - constant shots, tazer antics, Adam’s theatrics, fire attention, fingers through a fan and chickas passing out on the sand.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Walls of Las Flores
With the swell building the last couple of days, the crew got some good hours up in the water. Breaking over rock in front of the headland, the point is a real fast right hander that barrels on take off (getting pretty sketchy sometimes), then walls up all the way through the beach. At 5-6ft we were all getting some pretty long rides. It should be a pretty crazy wave when the swell picks up a couple more feet. Hopefully arrives in the next week.
With average stoke levels of the crew sitting at 93% over the last couple of days, its only fitting to treat this accomplishment with some cervezas right on our doorstep.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Popoyo to Las Flores
Following a building swell north to El Salvador, we had a night in Managua before getting the 5am bus. Contrary to what Lonely Planet told us, Barrio Martha Quezada - the area around the bus terminal was a full on ghetto. I’d reserved us a night at a reputable hostel, only to have a street hustler direct us into his building telling us it was the same place. Out of pure laziness, even though we were pretty sketch on the place and the shady characters around it, we decided to stay the night - would allow us to get on the beers earlier.
By chance we stumbled upon a German bar on some random street, greeted by owner ‘David’. Telling us he only opens the doors when he feels like it, we followed him into his empty bar. Clearly drunk by his slurring and decision to wear Ray-Bans inside the dark room, he cracked open 4 Tonas and slid them across the bar. Proud of the fact his fridge was set at -7 degrees C, we got down to storytime. Our travel stories, his impressions of our personalities on face value, suicidal surfers, conspiracies of the world, his story (fighting for a rebel army, robbing banks, opening bars, his Nica family) and other general crap. After a whole heap of beers, dinner at a restaurant around the corner, then more beers at ‘David’, the man himself vanished into the darkness - his ex-wife who was looking after the bar had no idea where he was.
Next morning at 4am, we were stoked to awaken unharmed with all our gear untouched. For an 8 hour travel day including border crossings though Honduras and El Salvador, everything went relatively smooth. Eventually touching down in tiny coastal village Las Flores, we were all very impressed to see the place was sporting an epic right point break. Getting a place 50m to the water and next door Adam and Nick - 2 Americans we met in Popoyo, a fiesta was in order to celebrate new waves ahead. Who would have thought that beer, rum and a tazer gun could prove so much fun.
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