Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Surf fish drink smoke repeat

Planes, trains and automobiles later and its 90 degree days and 70 degree nights. Remember no rules.





My front door for awhile


Still hitching rides


Beer break


Beach break


Still walking


Baja is possibly my favorite place in the world and its been too long so here i am. So far tanned Aussie buns and moonlit tan lines are beating the hell out of carhart clad women and windy corn fields.

Jeff, fatty, chris, john, and billy T thanks for the steaks and hangovers.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Tryhard wannabe

motoguru. said...

aaaaaaand you're in Mexico.

dave herr said...

what the hell man?!?!?

antihero1972 said...

ok now I am lost, I thought you were making your way west by foot.

none said...

yeah! what the fuck man? this was becoming an epic journey! now your in fucking Mexico? What a fucking poseur! I want back my emotional investment please...

brad from louisville said...

play the game by YOUR rules. dont stop there. alaska?

scott said...

Ha ha ha! Fucking Exellent!

Anonymous said...

shit yo I just put my comment in the wrong damn place look up brah you'll find it and keep on keeping on do ya thang

Bill said...

Looks like Pescadoro surf camp south of Todos? If you skate, there is an abandoned bowl/park built by a gringo football pro (I know, I know) within walking distance of your palapa. Walk north and you'll find it probably full of water. (Or ask the dude at the camp, can't remember his name but nice guy.) Baja rules, good to be you right now.