Hasta luego Mexico, Pase Guatamala, Bienvenidos El Salvador

Michael, Jimmy, Matt (new friend). A night of Mezcal in Puerto Arista
Water spout off the coast of Zihuatanejo
Tim, Don Julio 1942, Michael, and Jimmy at Casa Fiesta.

Just like that you look out your window into the rearview mirror and the place that you've just spent the last 5 weeks in is gone. By far the largest country of trip is now in the books. Our last spot in Mexico was spent in a little surf town called Puerto Arista. The only thing was that there were no surfers there, no bars of wax for sale, not even a sticker or a poster reflecting the presence of surfing. But there were waves. Perfect evening glass off with 3-4 ft beachbreak. I remember paddling over a shoulder to look back and see Jimmy lined up perfectly on a peak that was predestined to be a great wave. He slipped into the barrel and I could hear him hollering all the way. The border into Guatamala was a living nightmare. People banging on your window wanting to help you with your paperwork and passage through. Lock the doors and roll up the windows. Fortunately we had already met someone a few miles before the border to help us out. Unorganized, chaotic, mayhem, call it what you will, but two hours later we where finally across. The next day we drove through the entire country of Guatamala and arrived in La Libertad, El Salvador lastnight. The Manburban is running well, except for the loss of 4wheel drive. We keep blowing the fuse and there seems to be a short somewhere. Panama is still our destination and we have become more and more confident with each and every step along the way.

-las olas son perfecto, adios