Saturday, March 28, 2009

Bonzer-ific!




Memories, I always remember the water as brown. Thanks to Kodak for the blue adjustment.
40 miles and 3 hours off Mex1 the road conditions kept the SoCal crowd at bay. A fun couple of weeks of surf and sail here, where life revolved around the water. Fresh fish and crab from locals, your Baja essential experience.

I miss the dust that got everywhere.

4 comments:

PK said...

C'mon, uncle gazza, before I go to sleep, tell me the bedtime story once again about how you surfed and sailed local Baja waters; how you consumed local Baja vegetative matter; and how you donated all of your surf/sail equipment to the local Baja folks while you enjoyed their weight-reduction regime for the entire ride home? Please, uncle gazza, it's one of my favorite all time stories......

Gaz said...

Phuck ewe PK!! You suck!

PK said...

All surfers have surf trip stories. They all involve awesome waves in the Islands or other exotic places. Your story I refered to is a true classic. Awesome waves and the true Baja experience. Then a karmic shift happened and the yang became the yin. In the short run you lost boards and sails (too bad)and twenty pounds (no fun).In the long run, you lost your travel companion (it happens); and the drug thing (good riddance). But you survived it all and are better for it, Gunga Din. Life is a Zen parable- its messy sometimes.
Sorry to dredge up old memories, but anyone can tell a surf tale of awesome waves and good weather. Yours is an epic tale of a REAL surf trip. Phuck me, indeed...

Gaz said...

I like your version best of all PK, because there's less tears and carrying on.... :-)