|Arriving in Sayulita|
|Milkshakes and gab fest: Thumbs up|
After mojitos and quesadillas the guys went straight for the beach and boogie boarding. The rest of us explored the town and sampled milkshakes until the sun and waves beckoned. We briefly watched Jeff and Rick catching waves, with goofy smiles on their faces. We were ready for action too. And action, we got. We got spun, dunked and blasted by waves. We gulped copious amounts of salt water, but we kept going back for more. If it weren’t for the blasted trough-of-no-return, it would have been too easy. Close to the beach, the bottom dropped off creating a trench about 25 feet wide and 8 feet deep that you had to cross for more fun in the waves. The trough was where you ended up if you successfully rode a wave to shore – it was unavoidable. The whole point was to catch that wave! (And let me tell you, for these beginners, every wave counted.) Ready for more, we’d start swimming back out: 3 strokes forward and a wave would push us back, teasing us to try again. Over and over. None of us were deterred. Bathing suits filled with sand (when they managed to stay put), tired muscles and silly grins later – we called it quits in favour of fish tacos and beer. Topped up with greasy treats from the panderia, we hopped back on the bus and headed to La Cruz in the dark.
|Jeff's going for it!|
|Waiting for the right wave...|
|Is it fish taco time?|
|Sayulita as the sun sets|