Around The World In 80 Waves

I pull off highway 1 towards Santa Rosalito which is a small fishing village just north of Punta Rosarito and ‘The Wall’ I was told the track to the break was bumpy so follow it south of the town until I get to a beautiful beach with a section of sand I have to cross. With my Sahara Surf experience I know to cross it you have to go as fast as possible, so thinking I’m Ari Vaatenan I take a long run up and gun it. I fly across the sand at first but 150m metres later I ease off at the wrong moment and I am now thinking I am Terry F##kwit because the bug is up to the door sills in sand and I am going nowhere.

The sun is going down and a quick check of the shore suggests I am almost certainly above the high water mark, and there seems little that I can do until the next day. There are worse places to spend the night too and once the sun disappears I am treated to a night sky which is simply breath taking, and the sort of thing the Griffith Observatory can only dream of. I take it all in with a few beef and pickle sandwiches washed down with a couple of bottles of beer, before turning in.

My Mexico rigging for the car entails the back seats being folded down like an estate car, which means I can no longer recline the front seats for sleeping purposes, so I contort myself into a position which feels like it would have made a good medieval torture before nodding off to the sound of the gentle waves breaking 20 metres away..