Huatulco Wednesday Surf & Culture Report
Lost Boys & Co...
Okay, so you get to Puerto Escondido and you wait for your surfboard. It doesn't come down. You go over and talk to Walter and Norbert. They tell you there has been a "confusion" and you are in Puerto Escondido, but your board is in Mexico City. You say, "There are no waves in Mexico City." They agree. They say that it will be on the first plane in the morning and they will deliver it to the door. We're a little skeptical, because we don't have an address - but they assure us that they'll find us... Okay...? Uhh, okay...
Meanwhile this morning had some good surf here! Visibility was 15 miles under cloudy (even a bit sprinkly) skies. Winds were offshore by 3.7kts and the sea surface was smooth. The air temp at checkout time was 55.2° and the water is 59.7°. High tide was at 10:57am +4.5' and low tide is at 4:43pm +0.6'. There is a 5.9' swell out of the west at 269° and we're calling it 4' to 6'. Sapphire had some nice peaks and Topaz was firing some down the line as well. Considering the water in Puerto was 20+ degrees warmer it still felt pretty good here at home!
All of this goes a bit smoother, because our host, Don Souther is there to assure us that everything is going to be alright. He tells us that he's got us some wheels and he's even got surfboards for us to use, should our stick really like it in Mexico City. So we head outside and it's tropical and beautiful, just like you imagine southern Mexico to be and we get into his Citroen Mehari. It looks kinda like a VW "Thing", but smaller. It's a bit cranky starting so he always parks it on a hill so he can pop the clutch. Since we were traveling light he took us on a tour of the coast from the airport to the Zicatela where he lives a scant 100 yds from the beach. The Zicatela about 3 miles from the airport so between the two there are about 4 or 5 great spots to surf, dive or just hang out. Carrizalillo, is probably the best spot, with rights and lefts on opposite sides of the bay and a nice swimming diving beach in the middle. But we finally make it to the main surfing beach and it's a sweet set-up. Pool table flat bottom, with swell lines wrapping through an Avenue I like channel, except for the fact that it goes on for miles. The waves break from top-to-bottom every time. Every other wave spits - big spit. If you don't tuck into the slot it deposits you on the beach side of the wave and then proceeds to beat you with your own ride as it sucks you through and out the back. We decide to check it in the morning since it's pretty blown out (it was already 4pm.) As we look down the beach we see the "Salvavidas" and feel a little better.
"When the surf breaks, we'll fix it..."
The Professor!!
Okay, so you get to Puerto Escondido and you wait for your surfboard. It doesn't come down. You go over and talk to Walter and Norbert. They tell you there has been a "confusion" and you are in Puerto Escondido, but your board is in Mexico City. You say, "There are no waves in Mexico City." They agree. They say that it will be on the first plane in the morning and they will deliver it to the door. We're a little skeptical, because we don't have an address - but they assure us that they'll find us... Okay...? Uhh, okay...
Meanwhile this morning had some good surf here! Visibility was 15 miles under cloudy (even a bit sprinkly) skies. Winds were offshore by 3.7kts and the sea surface was smooth. The air temp at checkout time was 55.2° and the water is 59.7°. High tide was at 10:57am +4.5' and low tide is at 4:43pm +0.6'. There is a 5.9' swell out of the west at 269° and we're calling it 4' to 6'. Sapphire had some nice peaks and Topaz was firing some down the line as well. Considering the water in Puerto was 20+ degrees warmer it still felt pretty good here at home!
All of this goes a bit smoother, because our host, Don Souther is there to assure us that everything is going to be alright. He tells us that he's got us some wheels and he's even got surfboards for us to use, should our stick really like it in Mexico City. So we head outside and it's tropical and beautiful, just like you imagine southern Mexico to be and we get into his Citroen Mehari. It looks kinda like a VW "Thing", but smaller. It's a bit cranky starting so he always parks it on a hill so he can pop the clutch. Since we were traveling light he took us on a tour of the coast from the airport to the Zicatela where he lives a scant 100 yds from the beach. The Zicatela about 3 miles from the airport so between the two there are about 4 or 5 great spots to surf, dive or just hang out. Carrizalillo, is probably the best spot, with rights and lefts on opposite sides of the bay and a nice swimming diving beach in the middle. But we finally make it to the main surfing beach and it's a sweet set-up. Pool table flat bottom, with swell lines wrapping through an Avenue I like channel, except for the fact that it goes on for miles. The waves break from top-to-bottom every time. Every other wave spits - big spit. If you don't tuck into the slot it deposits you on the beach side of the wave and then proceeds to beat you with your own ride as it sucks you through and out the back. We decide to check it in the morning since it's pretty blown out (it was already 4pm.) As we look down the beach we see the "Salvavidas" and feel a little better.
"When the surf breaks, we'll fix it..."
The Professor!!
