El Sunzal Point continued

Day 3: Each day the swell is getting bigger. First day was head high. This morning is was couple feet overhead. Large and powerful, yet still the most peaceful looking wave I've seen. When you paddle out and look back at the land, all you see is bright green mountains filled with trees I've never seen (Ian you would know) with bungalows scattered on top of them, filled with strange looking thunder clouds that have yet to break open and rain. All of this I think equals some sort of heaven. Especially when the sunsets over this. I'm not sure what else it could be. Besides surfing, today was a different adventure. I needed to go grocery shopping so I can cook at the hostel and save some dinero. This meant me going to La Libertad. This is a hub for food and importing/exporting goods. In order for me to to this I needed to find the bus. I asked another hostel how to do this: "go out into the street and wait for a bus, then wave" Still no idea where La Libertad was, since we drove by it 100 miles an hour. Either way, I went into the street and waited. Then this average looking school bus from home pulls up around the corner blowing off black smoke. Oh wait, not average at all. Think of a bus size rub on tatoo, mixed with trival icons spray painted all across this bus. It was like those weird jewelry shirts you see people wearing or one of those sparkling hats you wear crooked. You know? This thing was off the fu*#ing charts. Some dude swinging outside of it looking at me and I keep waving at it. I knew this had to be the bus. The bus barely stops and I run to get aboard. Its great, cause I'm a gringo and super white. There not, they look at me. I say "hola" cause thats all I know! We drive for 1/2 hour or so, and I still have no idea where were going. But the bus did say La Libertad so I had to be in the right place. We then pulled up to town and the bus stopped. I was here. I got off, got hageled immediately and started my search for the market. Easily found, I went in and got some goods. Then headed across the street to check out Punto Roco. Again, firing, but never seen anything like this in my life. check it out here: http://www.surfline.com/surf-report/punta-roca-el-salvador_5800/travel/ I found some restaurant and sat down for a beer and some seafood. I've heard of a few seafood soups out here and had to give it a go. I ordered Mariscada en crema normal. This was full dish. Lobster, Crab, Oysters, Shrimp, a few other oddly shaped items. About 30 minutes later I crashed. Stumbled over a hammock for a mid day siesta. Woke up to some expat talking English across the way. I got up and headed over to pay. He must have heard my American voice and we started to chat. This dude lives out here, surfs Punta Roca everyday and offered me hospitality and a guide to this surf spot within 5 minutes. Kinda strange but maybe cause I was a fellow gringo. I left and headed to the bus. On the way got haggled for any type of drug imaginable, chatted with some locals who knew bad English and made some weird friends in which they think i'm "maybe" coming back to stay at there hostel and buy all of there drugs. Well see. Got back on the same bus somehow, paid my quarter and hoped back on. Made it back in one piece and headed back out for evening surf. Pretty standard day out here in paradise.