Unknown tearing into a Punta Banco peak.
like these which years of traveling to this area pays off. We drove to another point. There wasn't a soul to be found. Score! Perfect glassy waves were doing their thing, slowly peeling down the palm lined point. We all had some of our funnist waves ever. Jeff was the first one to slide into the energy walls with ease and made his way down the point on his 8'4" hybrid. Adam ripped the oily lines apart on his 6' shortboard. My longboard, a 10'3" rolled bottom, reverse rocker, classic style, pin tail, volan glassed log, custom shaped by Jesse Timm was made for waves just like the ones being serving up. It was on, wave after wave with crazy long paddle backs to the line up, each one of us were hooting for the others while wearing silly ass grins. This wave marathon lasted for five hours.
Everyday day lunch was served in classic Tico style: rice, beans and what ever. The cantina serves as the central meeting spot for the village. People gather around the open bar area to quench the ever present thirst with what ever your heart desires. I find that an ice cold Imperial beer chased by a Squirt soda is the ultimate post session refreshment. After lunch if the conditions were in alignment a convenient go out back was mandatory even if you are surfing with fifty of your closest pals. The swell fizzled during the middle of our week. Since the nearby reefs were only located a twenty minute ride away they always served up a wave along it's several kilometer long stretch of beach. The reefs in these parts are not well endowed with classic features as in other parts of the >
Four hours in El Salvador. A Costa Rican Surf Adventure.