The Baja Adventures of Two Canadian's Last Section
Part 8, A Prairie Boy Can Surf, Can’t He?
On the morning of February 21, we awoke realizing that it was time to start heading back north. We packed up our hotel room, thanked the wonderful
man who owned it and promised we would be back soon. I made Todd go back to our restaurant so that I could say a good-bye to Tri-ped, in secret hopes
that I still could kidnap him and bring him home. We were off to Todos Santos, Todd had heard that there was great surfing there, and he wanted to
try surfing.
We pulled into Todos Santos, found a place that rented surf boards from a lady who lived in California half time and Todos Santos the other half. She
recommend the hotel that was beside her house as being cheap, clean and with a kitchen. Off we went to secure a room but the first stop was for some
food and beer for our stay.
Once we had put our groceries away in our absolute huge hotel room, made a few sandwiches and through some beer into a bag, we headed for the top
secrete surf sport that we were told about. We found our way, made a little home on the beach, Todd put on his wetsuit, and got ready to go. He
stood there watching the waves for a bit, and commented on how big the waves actually were. This was Todd’s first time surfing, we are about 1,000
miles away from the nearest ocean, so it really isn’t a national past time for people from Saskatchewan. I wasn’t very worried as I’m sure in a
former life Todd was a dolphin, or seal or some aquatic mammal, as he is more comfortable in the water then out of the water.
After many hours surfing, and getting absolutely pounded by the waves, Todd had decided to call it a day. He was exhausted, but at the same time
overjoyed, he had managed to get up and actually surf a few time.
We headed back to our hotel, where I made a pasta dish and some salad. As we sat around drinking a nice bottle of Baja wine, we decided to go tour
around the town. As we were driving around we came across some motocross competitions. We paid our 5 pesos and went in to watch. It was amazing,
there were hundreds of people there cheering on their favorite person. It was the perfect way to wind down a fantastic day.
We awoke the next morning with heavy hears. We knew it was time to haul butt back up to Canada. We had many adventure, and still had many miles to
cover to get home. As we packed up our car, and headed north, we were already planning our next trip, and working on the logistics of when it could
be.
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That's a long haul from Tados Santos to anyplace in
Canada.
