After more than 3 months living out of each others pockets, getting hell waves and consuming more than 350 litres of beer in total, the 3 amigos were no more - Taylor ‘the prophet’ had to bail to LA then onto London to work in bars and mop floors or something fun like that. More than an appropriate reason to break invest in a bunch of longneck Coronas, break out the tequila and spark up the cigars. So after an afternoon beachie session at Zigatella, we kicked back, got deep, got stoked on all the waves we pulled apart on tour, and made complete messes of ourselves.
Regaining consciousness the next morning, I was kindly visited by a cracking headache - the sort the only drops by post tequila. Nothing to keep us down, the only cure was our take on a mexican breakfast - eggs, toast, beans, powerade, fresh juice, coffee and beers.
With Taylor out of here, Jim and I relocated to Aqua Luna - the Aussie run and Aussie overrun hotel complete with pool, bar, jacuzzi and epic views over Zigatella and Mex Pipe. Tay’s bus was leaving that night which gave the lads enough time to smoke up the last of the cigars and treat ourselves to a few more conronas. We did deserve it.
