36 hours later

So after 36 hours on 3 busses, 2 flights and a boat I finally made it to the beach..

It's literally just a dirt road with a few houses, restaurants and and hostels scattered along its side..  

We have a bank and a ATM but that's about it.. It's just enough civilized to live here and still enough remote not to lure to many tourist here.. and the surfs GREAT..

Not fun though to travel this far with a cracked tailbone..  yes. don know if I told you but I smashed it again.. good times.. 

So it hurts when sitting or trying to lay down, so imagine on airplanes trying to sleep or on busses on unpaved roads...

And what's up with the border inspectors at the US.. well we all know that right but still..

They really have hard time believing that one can travel for 5 month without working.. well I guess there are more doubters out there.. ;)

Just because no one in their fucked up community can't, doesn't say no one else can't..

Ah this poor bastard looked at all my documents, flight itinerary, scratched his head and asked me the same questions twice.. then another fellow comes up and do the same thing..

Also confusing for them is that I've been in the US more then 10 times the last few years.. they just can't work it out but can't find anything to refuse me entering.. so with a big sigh they stamp my passport and let me pass hehe..

In a week my good friend C.G and his girlfriend Jonna's coming down here for a week of surf..

I've rented a house close to the beach to make it large hehe.. 

until then I'm gonna get myself a surfboard after breakfast and scout the best waves in the region.. 

and I've been told they are the best in the country..!!

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