Lost in Los Lobitos

Trip Start Feb 16, 2006
Trip End Feb 16, 2009

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Saturday, May 13, 2006

What can I say about Lobitos it was definitely an experience I wont forget in a hurry. After hearing some very good things about the surf there from Simon I was really looking forward to spending a few weeks kicking back in the middle of nowhere enjoying uncrowded waves and some peace and quite.
Two words can sum up my stay. Cabin Fever!!!

We knew being out of the way that Lobitos would be a bit hard to get to. What we didn't plan on was getting mixed directions from people in each town along the way.
We eventually arrived in a small town where the lady at the bus station had told us we could get a taxi to Lobitos. So we started asking around to find taxi drivers just laughing at us and driving off. It appears that Lobitos was still around 2 hours north.
So after some bargaining with some guy with an old beast of a car we had my board barely strapped to the roof and we were off up the highway into the sun at about 130kmph with no seatbelts. Although my surfboard was barely on the roof looking like a missile about to be launched for the whole trip we did finally arrive in one piece with all luggage accounted for.

We checked into our very basic (no running water) and expensive accommodation in the dying light watching some nice waves rolling through. So we hit the sack with some fresh excitement.

The next day greeted us with a calm almost flat ocean. Hurrah!! After being knocked back by the military when we tried to surf one of the beaches connected to the military base we were soon back in bed with books in hand.

Day after day greeted us exactly the same. Nice and sunny but no surf. The town of Lobitos is pretty much an old abandoned placed in the middle of the dessert theres not exactly a lot to do and its no exactly the most picturesque place as all there is to look at is dirt and gas rigs out to sea. It was like groundhog day to us. We would get up see no surf then go back to bed and read. After the books ran out I spent my time drawing and staring at the ceiling waiting for time to pass by hoping tomorrow would be different.

We did finally get a few good surfs but after staring at the roof for 5 days, having to drag water up out of the well just to flush the toilet and eating almost nothing but bread and bananas it was time to head north to the touristy town of Mancora to get our fix of western food and cold beers.

Adios Lobitos.
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hey, do u sleep in the hostel of Kike... beacouse im looking for his number to call him. thanks!

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