At some point, everyone must have a dream. A desire for something greater. If there is a point to death, it is to give life value, to do something with the meager time we have remaining.
Arthur Nersesian and Me
Unlubricated
En Route 66*
Tag: surf travel
Bocas Del Toro
Surfing excursions use to be different. For me anyway. There was a time when I could put my board on my car drive west on I-10, turn left on I-5 in California and start surfing the coast. It was cheap as hell. It was a bit complicated at times, but it was “true” adventure.
Others were terrified to travel. They could surf great but they were skeered of “what was out there.” Something might “get em”.
I drove through the Chiapas during civil unrest. I followed the Federales to a bank robbery for a quick pass back to the border. I had to turn in a document, ensuring my re-entry into Mexico.
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This is part of a painting, on my board bag. I bought it white, white, white. It was the cheapest one they had, at Aqua East Surf Shop. I think I paid 99 dollars. I had no idea, at the time, what a good investment that was.
I had drawn a fish on it, with a black marker. I had to do something. I labeled the side of the bag with name, address, etc., like the airlines wanted me to.
It recently became handy, when having my Rozo brought to me in Nicaragua. After my first trip out of the country, I altered the bag. Now, I let it live in deconstruction.
One thing I figured out, through experience is – don’t buy new equipment, to travel to a third world country. Unless you just want to show off your shiny new board, to people who are doing unbelievable airs, and landing them, on big waves, on yellow boards.
What ever…..
What would granny know….
She’s a gringo – but she’s not green.
(jaja – I want to add on this day, January 23,23. Bradley Dunham took three brand new boards on his Nica trip. He was scared of everything. Unbelievable. He got a ding in his board and wouldn’t quit crying about it. I told him to put some duct tape on it. He kept crying. He found a guy who took him under his wing. A real good guy. When Bradley cried again about his ding. The guy told him,”Put some duct tape on it.” I got a big laugh.)
EMILIE SERIS
Emilie Seris-smart, adventurous, world traveling, surfer chic and engineer.
SALTYBUDS
Many-many people are out and about traveling the world and surfing!
Hasta Luego Nica Waves
I say adios to Nica Waves…what a great surf camp.
And to the many that I have met on my stay here.
The proprietor..Mike..and Margarita
Greg/The Entertainer 
Boogie/local surf guide and Stacy/his girl
The surf trail is not new to me. I always approach it with minimal expectations.
I just want to say the Nica Waves Surf Camp, it’s owner and all the employees; Maria, the concierge, the cook/chef ~ the beef jalapeno is an excellent choice, (I have detoured from my food plan!) Boogie, the surf guide, and all the locals that Mike employs here are awesome.
Security has always been an issue on my travels, and I have never allowed myself to be this relaxed.
In two or three hours, after coffee and one more slice of banana bread, I will be headed south to the border.
I’m going home~to Costa Rica that is.
La Huerta awaits me.
To Be a Pro
To be a pro surfer-first-you have to get to the WAVE!
The waves here in South Nicaragua are going off. And yes, five surfers and one girl friend, that I began this trip with are not here.
Why? Because they turned around and went home.
Yes, Spirit Airline had mechanical problems with the plane. But we were the first in line to be re-routed through American Airlines.
I spent four hours, becoming perplexed, as I watched everyone else get into cabs with vouchers, and head to the Miami Airport.
After almost all other passengers were gone, the agent approached us and let us know that they could not accommodate seven people together.
What! We could have split up! What do you mean?
One of the surfers was adamant that we could not be separated, as to the sketchiness of the Managua Airport. What!
The driver would have waited an hour or however many hours for us to gather back up in Nicaragua.
Plain and simple. Spirit Airline would have had us in Nicaragua before noon, the next day. I’m sure earlier. I’m being generous with the time.
SO
One surfer, Bradley Dunham, would not give up. He was going, even if he had to do the eighteen hour lay over in Costa Rica. He tried to convince the team to DO IT! He was going to the wave. I was in his corner.
At one point, when the agent realized what had happened, she came back and said she could get five on one plane and two could take the Costa Rican layover. To me that clearly translated to, the guys could go surf, and myself and the girlfriend could catch up later. But she was done. Oh well….
I’m still in Bradley’s corner, as well as the TEAM!
I’m here in my studio, honing my skills.
I am learning a lot. Remember, Video 101. It was a well-known fact, before I left here, that I know nothing about video. But I learn everyday. That’s what it’s all about. To be professional, you have to let go of your ego. You come to realize that there are always those that are better and, then those that are not as skilled. When you get that down, you’re on your way. That is being humble.
I’m proud of Bradley’s perseverance, and I want to help him get his two-minute video. A local camera man has been hired to help him achieve that.
And like I said, the waves are going off.
As to the girlfriend, check out the girl on my yesterday’s Secondhand Surfer post. She was coincidentally with five surfers and she was the camera person. A beautiful, girlfriend, camera woman.
Just saying……we pay our nickel and we make our choices! That’s life.
Time Travel – 1
Traveling has its ups and downs. This picture was taken at the airport, while we entertained ourselves, during a delay. It’s eleven thirty and we’ve already been moving since seven thirty, in the morning. At twelve thirty, Spirit Airlines, informed us, that the plane had mechanical failure and we were shuffled off to retrieve our luggage. That was the beginning of a brutal four-hour wait that lead to the end of our trip, as we knew it.
Five of us turned around and headed home; two of us continued on our arduous journey.
The following day around one (by my watch), eleven by theirs (Nicaragua’s), we arrived at the surf camp, Nica Waves.
We have already trekked mile of beaches and waves. I’m chasing Bradley with my camera.
Which I will begin again in less than an hour.
So, time to go.
I’ve gotta have coffee and gather equipment.