After Mazatlan we decided to go hit the beach again. We found a fun sounding town called San Blas in our guide book and decided to go check it out. The name of the “campground” we found in the book was called Stoner’s Surf Camp and it was right on the beach. But before we got there it took us about 2 hours of driving through super windy roads through a thick jungle. It looked like we were going on a Vietnam reconnaissance to the beach. Once we arrived the town was jam packed with people. We should have known I suppose, it was still the week of Semana Santa and apparently all the beaches are packed with people for the holiday.
When we got there it was a bit later in the day and the waves didn’t look like much so we decided to just hang out on the beach instead. First we made a giant sand sculpture, something we haven’t done in a long time. The vacationers around us loved it and took pictures and complimented us.
Then a bit later the beach started to get a little more sparse as everyone headed inland just a bit for some dinner. The beach was lined with bars and restaurants so there was plenty to go around. As the sun was setting, there was a surfer and his friend who decided to go hit the waves just before it got dark. He spoke very good English and invited me out to the water for surfing. The water was perfect and I got to try once or twice before it got too dark so we headed in. Then Steve and I ended up hanging out with the two guys all night, drinking and smoking and just having a great time. We ended up hanging around a late night campfire on the beach with lots of the locals. We couldn’t understand a lick of what they were laughing on about, but it was just kinda nice to be apart of the local culture and listen to the language.
After going to bed we were awoken at 4am by some dick head blasting terrible Mexican polka music from his car not 30 feet from our tent. This went on for about 40 minutes before they finally pissed enough people off to shut the hell up. Ear plugs saved our night the rest of that night.
In the morning the beach was clear of festivities and I went out and sat along the beach. Before long the beach started becoming flooded with people again and the mariachi bands started parading around the beach blasting their music. There was horseback riding on the beach too, it was just a zoo out there. But finally, Steve and I decided to do some surfing that day. I rented one board and hit the waves and had a blast. I got a lot of waves today and had a lot of fun. Steve and I traded off and on with the board and we hung out together in the water and took turns surfing. The water was perfect and the waves were just big enough for us to practice our beginner surfing. We were out for at least 4 or 5 hours before we went back toward the camp and had some lunch.
The lunch was so huge and we were so sun burnt that we decided to have a ciesta in our tent (which was hot, but manageable) and I did some reading the rest of the day. We had a good night’s sleep again (this time no jerk offs blasting music randomly at 4am) and woke up with the sunrise, had some coffee, and started toward Guadalajara!