I last surfed with Charamusca, Pando, Chuleta, and Chamba's cousin, in 1999. He moved up to the gulf coast of FL to work and this was his first time back to El Salvador. He just so happened to coincide with my still living here.
His kids, all three full-blooded Salvadoreans, had never visited. His wife is Salvadorean but she was from the eastern part of the country aka went to another school, so they'd never seen where the other was from.
Charamusca was the receiving party of probably the best surf prank I've ever heard. I don't remember why Chamba was pranking him, if he was the initial offender or avenger, but in the middle of the night before an agreed-upon Recodo sesh, he stripped Chara's board of wax and used soap to give a surf wax-like finish.
Chara was none the wiser and didn't notice the water's effect on the board's virgin soap coating until he had made it past the rocks and attempted to jump on the board to paddle out. I believe it was Chamba's cackling that snapped him out of his stupefied confusion. He sheepishly walked all the way back to the house.
We'd agreed upon this morning being our rendezvous. He'd surfed his latest session at Cocoa Beach about six years ago. He said in the nearly 20-year gap since he'd last been in the country, the biggest waves he'd surfed were maybe four feet during a hurricane.
I expected him to puss out. I messaged him at 340 this morning that I was going to leave soon, and to my surprise he responded. He even came out before I'd told him it was time to roll. After dealing with less-than-timely people almost exclusively for the past year-and-a-half, I was shocked!
His brother, who lives here, came with us. As we set out for the rocks Chara asked if I was really going to walk there barefoot. I said that I liked my sandals and didn't want them to go "missing" while I was out thar. He said his brother was going to be sitting there and I needn't worry about their whereabouts.
I was a little intimidated by the paddle-out preview. The tide was nearly at its apex and I could hear the rocks being dragged about, clanking off other rocks. I could almost feel my ankles being impacted. When a shorebreak wave hit the rocks, I saw tiny little rocks being flung about. Oof.
I led the charge in. I pointed out a spent syringe laying on the rocks, needle absent; surely the result of someone fortifying themselves with B-12 and the wind snatching it out of their grip.
I caught a lot of waves and never got stuck inside, thankfully. When La Bocana is overhead as it was today, it's always a concern. Poor Chara had to do three paddle-outs, including once getting all the way out of the water in order to launch off correctly.
I saw no turns performed today, by anyone.
My first wave was really late. I thought I was going to pearl. It had so much power and I was on a 5'10". I managed to make the drop and spent about three seconds almost-endoing before setting my back foot down. A nasty close-out section came and I went.
The waves can be sometimes hard to catch, especially on high tide. There was a storm blowing through, but no rain, so I was concerned about the possibility of offshore wind blowing me off the back, and onshore wind running the surface ragged with chop. The latter was on top, though mellowly so for the time we were out there.
His kids, all three full-blooded Salvadoreans, had never visited. His wife is Salvadorean but she was from the eastern part of the country aka went to another school, so they'd never seen where the other was from.
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Chara was none the wiser and didn't notice the water's effect on the board's virgin soap coating until he had made it past the rocks and attempted to jump on the board to paddle out. I believe it was Chamba's cackling that snapped him out of his stupefied confusion. He sheepishly walked all the way back to the house.
We'd agreed upon this morning being our rendezvous. He'd surfed his latest session at Cocoa Beach about six years ago. He said in the nearly 20-year gap since he'd last been in the country, the biggest waves he'd surfed were maybe four feet during a hurricane.
I expected him to puss out. I messaged him at 340 this morning that I was going to leave soon, and to my surprise he responded. He even came out before I'd told him it was time to roll. After dealing with less-than-timely people almost exclusively for the past year-and-a-half, I was shocked!
His brother, who lives here, came with us. As we set out for the rocks Chara asked if I was really going to walk there barefoot. I said that I liked my sandals and didn't want them to go "missing" while I was out thar. He said his brother was going to be sitting there and I needn't worry about their whereabouts.
I was a little intimidated by the paddle-out preview. The tide was nearly at its apex and I could hear the rocks being dragged about, clanking off other rocks. I could almost feel my ankles being impacted. When a shorebreak wave hit the rocks, I saw tiny little rocks being flung about. Oof.
I led the charge in. I pointed out a spent syringe laying on the rocks, needle absent; surely the result of someone fortifying themselves with B-12 and the wind snatching it out of their grip.
I caught a lot of waves and never got stuck inside, thankfully. When La Bocana is overhead as it was today, it's always a concern. Poor Chara had to do three paddle-outs, including once getting all the way out of the water in order to launch off correctly.
I saw no turns performed today, by anyone.
My first wave was really late. I thought I was going to pearl. It had so much power and I was on a 5'10". I managed to make the drop and spent about three seconds almost-endoing before setting my back foot down. A nasty close-out section came and I went.
The waves can be sometimes hard to catch, especially on high tide. There was a storm blowing through, but no rain, so I was concerned about the possibility of offshore wind blowing me off the back, and onshore wind running the surface ragged with chop. The latter was on top, though mellowly so for the time we were out there.
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