El Salvador bound

To start things off right, I bought a one way ticket to El Salvador. Being naive and not knowing where I would end up, made this decision easy. As far as PDX international airport goes, thats another was another story all together. Regardless, I jumped on the airplane and headed to Houston, TX for a nice layover. At the layover, I was surrounded by El Salvadorians, and me the white gringo. In fact, when I got to my gate, I was alone, so I fell asleep in the corner and woke up to these surroundings. I mangled and tired, crawled over to a seat. About 5-10 minutes go by and this huge group of retired Florida grandpas and grandmas roll up. Of course, they spot me and headed my direction. Well, you know, we gotta stick to your kind...I then got up and headed to starbucks for an adrenaline shock for this next airplane ride to a hopeful surfers paradise. On the airplane is was all spanish. So really it was just me and my thoughts. My neighbor could actually speak English so we chatted on the flight. This guy jumped every border from El Salvador to America, then after this long stretch of a story, pulls out his American passport. Go America? I land in El Salvador, looking over an amazing landscape of sugar can fields and large volcanoes. I get off, and rush to customs. After filling out the forms incorrectly, I then hit this large traffic light sign (red, green, yellow...same size as we see on the street) to green! I'm in. 3 month visa in my pocket and about 50 taxi drivers looking at me for a ride. I keep walking, saying no, no. I then here this yell "ssss-en". You know, just like my old Vietnamese girlfriends who couldn't pronounce my name. I instantly knew that was for me. Look over and see this local surfer waving his hands at me. "Whats up sss-en?" high fives go down, instant friends. He also has this smoking hot lady friend with him. We swapped hugs and also, another friend. We left the airport and headed to his truck. About 80 degrees, 100% humidity and I'm already covered in my own sweet. As we drove a hundred-miles an hour, zipping in and out of random cars/cows/bicycles/whatever, we ended up at the coast in about 30 minutes. Instant waves for days as we zip the coastline. First town was La Libertad. World famous point break called Punto Roco. Which to this day is the best thing I have ever seen. We keep driving to Sanzal point (san-sal). We start to drive down this off-beaten path until we finally arrive at homebase. I'm stoked and cheering on with Brata (driver who picked me up). He looks at me and points to the beach. I get up and head straight there...Meaning I walked 300 feet to Sanzal point where there is perfect head high waves peeling for a half mile! I run back, slap on some screen, wax the boat up (surfboard) and run back out there. Luckily, Brata was right there with me, showing me where the take off point was to get in the channel, rather than get worked by some whitewash (watch the movie "north shore" and you'll know what I'm talking about). Anyways, got out there and didn't come pack until dark. Which was about a 6 hour session. At this point I have already caught some of the best/longest waves of my life and it was the first day I arrived. This is a good sign my friends. I got back, found some restaurant, ordered some tacos, ate and went into a comma at 6 or 7 pm? Early. Then, woke up in the morning.

I was that tired.