Wednesday, November 7, 2012

El Sunzal Point

I may spelled Zunzal point wrong in the previous post...Moving on. Day 2 Woke up and headed straight for the beach. This time I broke up the session into two. Morning and Afternoon. Both about 3-4 hours in the water each time. When you get out of the water, all you do is sit in hammocks and relax. Not bad heh? As far as the point goes, you start out on the beach. This beach is all black sand from the near by Volcanoes and lots of round rocks. Too large to skip the rocks but big enough to stub your toe. You then paddle out at least a half mile before the wave first starts to break. At any given point you could half-ass it and catch a wave that has been breaking for a while. But thats no fun. As you finally approach this point, large, constant sets come in. If you in the wrong spot, you get worked by some white magic. Like I said before, there is a great channel that takes you out, where the wave doesn't break, and if you don't even know how to surf, you could go out there and watch your friends and never ride a wave. But again, thats no fun. The point break peels to the right (if your in the water, looking at land, it goes right). And boy or boy does this thing peel. I would easily say each ride has potential for about 2 football fields long, 1/2 mile or something. Your basically on a training ground to learn all of the best moves. After an all day session I head back to the hostel. I didn't mention this before, but when I got there, I was the only other person staying here. Very quite. When I got back, there were 3 new folks. One aussie, and two people from England. All here for the same thing I am. The aussie is on a different story though. He bought land here and is grown a ton of fruit and vegetables to sell to the locals. Apparently he has been here on and off for the past few years. A good person to know, since I know zero Spanish and this dude is fluent. He showed me around town, where to go, other surf spots and some secret street foods not on the strip and close to the hostel. The hostel is about 1/2 mile away from the town, safe and quite. The town is filthy dirty. The street food vendors around pretty much our neighbors. The sell you beer and water for a local price for some reason. Best food I have had in these few days have been here: pupusas Unreal treat. You get 3 for a $1. Its basic, Torrilla, cheese and beens. Its like a grilled cheese sandwich on steroids and a mouth full of flavors. They cook them on there small charcoal grills and make them in about 5 minutes. Look them up on the google. The day once again ends pretty early. Swapping stories with the fellow hostel friends but all cashing out early for the morning.

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