Surf Trips South of the Border

I grew up surfing on the beaches of South Texas. After highschool, my buddies and I would take a yearly ritual surf trip to Mexico. Yeah yeah Texas has no surf, this topic will not be discussed here and now, but maybe later. So, we packed a backpack, camping gear, and our sticks and travled south. Back in the old days (2001-2005), haha, this was an easy and carfree trip, but I cannot say the same for today with the cartel violence in northern mexico. Once at the border, we would purchase our tourist visas, get the stamp, flag a taxi to the bus station, then hop on a bus to Guadalajara. From there, we would decide upon where to go next, north or south, but we usually just ended up in La Ticla, Michoacan. And there we stayed, for weeks on end. So enough with the blah blah blah, here's the photographic experience.

Perfect La Ticla from up on the Road. (9/08)

Glassy left (9/08)

Surf Camp de Amalia (9/08)

My gracious hosts (9/08)

Fire in the sky (9/08)

Perfect end to a perfect day in paradise. (9/08)

More to come, thanks for stopping by!