Around The World In 80 Waves

I was hoping to catch a ferry from La Paz to Mazatlan, which is Mexico’s largest commercial port. However there was no room on a boat until Sunday and I want to make more ground in that time so reluctantly am on the way to Tompolobampo which is five hours north of Mazatlan.

With lots of furrowed brows, a little bit of pictionary-esque drawing and un poco Espanyol I have have bought a ticket, got past an emptying the car customs check even though I am already in Mexico, and navigated the misunderstanding where I thought they wanted to tax me for my surfboard. (There was a tax to go on board!)

Not much else to do for the next couple of hours while we wait to board other than sit around in the sun and actually read my guide book before arriving somewhere.

Eventually I get on to the boat to the now familiar sound of Mariachi music, and we leave port an hour late.

So long Baja, it has definitely been emotional, but I think I will definitely be back. Those waves I failed to bag are an itch I will always have to scratch.

It is good to be on the sea again. Here comes the mainland and I will be heading south again before long. The sea is getting warmer all the time now and I will be back in boardshorts before I know it. Wooo-hooo!!!!