High expectations make for poor travel companions. –Alex Oliver, aka Lex

One day, I was lounging around the hostel at La Punta when Lex walked by. His timing was serendipitous; feeling bored in Puerto Escondido, I was ready to move. I had been planning on returning to Salina Cruz, but the approaching swell had just been downgraded, and another, cleaner and more powerful swell forecast for two weeks out. Given this development, I figured I would head north for a bit and then backtrack for a strike mission on Salina Cruz just before the big swell arrived. All morning, I had been soliciting information about breaks to the north, deciding what my next move should be. Lex was heading to one of my target areas in approximately one hour. I wanted in. Hurriedly, I began to pack.