right spot, right time
Spotty internet connections are not such a bad thing. I think it’s best that we were unable to ‘connect’ to our security blankets and news coverage. It allows you to disconnect in more ways than one and open up to your immediate surroundings - the people drifting about alongside you, the sun and heat pulsing through you, and the sounds - frogs, cicadas, chickens, the offshore wind whipping through the trees making it’s way from the Caribbean…across Lake Managua…then to the west coast of Nicaragua…before continuing its journey over the Pacific, and of course, the silent sound of a beautiful wave ramping up energy right before you.
I’d like to think we got lucky, but luck really isn’t the word you use when nature just does it’s thing pumping out beauty and fun.
above: Playa Gigante, a ghost from our past is happily living down in this remote beach town.
Mornin’ coffee/pre-surf at the lodge.
Captain Walter with fish ‘on’.
Lobsters and Double-Fish.
Clear the schedule…Full Moon party on Saturday night at the end of the road.
Running into your neighbor at the Full Moon party on Saturday, miles from home=good times.
This is me. I promise. Seeing one of your best rides of the trip on the surf report you have been checking for 2 years=worth every long hold-down and heavy lips on your head.
Posted on 10 June 2012Tags: #surfing
