Ando, on cloud nine while waiting for that one last wave after a day of perfect barrels. This was his day; I've never seen someone surf with so much zeal. Maybe it was pent-up frustration over right points, maybe it was how good the waves were, but he was surfing the best I've ever seen him in flawless barrels.
As a goofyfooter, Craig wasn't too enthusiastic about surfing right pointbreaks all day. But when he did paddle out, he had a blast. This wave was so punchy that I swear it would be more fun to surf on your backhand.
Ando's surfing fascinates me because he surfs with such style and finesse in the barrel and on rail, but once he’s in the air he turns into this weightless, lithe aerialist.
Ando was on full vacation mode after having been on the road for 20 months straight filming for Slow Dance. A lot of people are quick to point out that'd be a vacation from 20 months of vacationing, but when you travel with Ando you know how long he surfs for and how hard he works. So on days when the surf wasn't too inspiring, he'd grab his camera and cruise around the beach, filming anything that caught his eye.
Craig is in his element here. This evening was unbelievably good at the beachbreak. Big, heaving barrels with nary a soul around. Dane, Taylor and Noa were searching for the elusive rights, while Ando grabbed almost every single left to peel through.
The waves were breaking slightly angled to the beach, making them faster and suckier as they exploded onto dry sand. Ando had no problem pulling in, but he was swallowed whole by a few.
He was also down there filming for his appearance in Plight of the Torpedo People II: A New Hope.
Craig was taking it easy this morning and joined me while I swam with my water housing. When he wasn't getting his torpedo person on, he would throw me gang signs while Dane and Noa flew past overhead.
This is the morning we scored the beachbreak. Craig practically did a backflip when we pulled up — he was that excited to see lefts. The water was glowing green, a light offshore breeze blew and the nearest surfer was miles away. He was the first one out and the last one in on one of the longest days of surfing I've ever seen.
Ando, about as happy as could be.
The geography of this beach break was quite bizarre and it had us all exploring its layout while in the water. This photo was taken at the southern end, where a left broke off what we think was a sunken jetty. It was rather treacherous, but made for some of the best left barrels on that stretch of sand.
Craig at the bowly right pointbreak again. Even though we had to deal with horseflies, stingrays and kooky Australian expats, everyone was still elated to be surfing such a quality wave. However, this was moments before the no-see-um dance back to the car began, and by dance I mean full sprint.
You don't see much of Craig's backhand prowess, but it's there and it’s smooth as silk.
The Central American scenery is stunning. The jungle, the desert and the lonely beaches create such a surreal Lost-World feel.