quick notes

Our friend Matt who is traveling from Montreal to Argentina and back has a blog with some amazing pictures. He mentions Jimmy and I a few times in some of his more recent entries. Check it out!
Just google; Motorcycle porn and the warrior steed
We are shacked up right now in El Tunco. Some touristy surf town in El Salvador. Kind of lame because the waves are a little crowded and I'm sure it is better elsewhere. We are waiting for another one of our travel mates from down under to arrive today and then tomorrow it is back on the road. They use the US dollar here, but we can't get any good ole green backs because the big storm last week which took many lives and washed tons of debris into the ocean killed communication links and the banks won't recognize our cards. Thankfully credit cards are not too much of a problem, though you need to stay at the nicer places because they are the only one's that have scanners for your card. In the midst of some less desirable situations we have crossed paths with a Salv-American surf pioneer by the name of Bob (Roberto) Rotherham. He shacked us up for the evening a few nights back and shared some knowledge and a few tales aswell. We were looking forward to surfing with him but the next morning the swell had slightly dropped, even though Jimmy and I still managed to find some really fun waves all alone until our new buddy Jay from Maryland joined us. At times you are by yourself out in the great big ocean and then other times you find yourself in the center of a circle, where the locals are paddling around you like some native dance before you are consumed by the villagers. Nah, it's not that bad. It is the reality hitting you in the face, reminding you that this is not your home and all you can do is be there in the moment and accept things the way they are. Tomorrow we are El Cuco bound in hope for swell and less of a scene. My tent is whispering in my ear, "I'm free to sleep in, use me!" Hope all is well back home.

-Miguelito