After that huge rain, we had some great waves still, but the water wasn’t exactly clean, and there was an enormous amount of rubbish by the shore left by the force of the rainwater running down Puerto Escondido’s streets.
Adding to that weird phenomenon, the water woke up freezing a few days later. A huge fog above a brown angry ocean spoke to us… The mystical entity genuinely suggested we got on the booze as hard as we could for our last 2 days in heaven. By no means would we ignore the wisdom of the fog. We filled our brains with Tequila and lived a few funny stories at the local club and in Mexico city the next day. After all, we needed something to talk about on the plane.
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