Afternoon on the Rocks

This was a typical afternoon when the surf was small and we had the energy to walk down to the jetties. The lagoon was full of fish and when the tide was right, the fishing was on. We caught our dinner often. Rosario would cook us a mean meal for 30 pesos (about $2.75), when we provided the meat.

Cocineros might be small but very tasty.


Chorro and I with a nasty jack.

We made the mistake of giving Rosario a big jack. The pescadillas were a little too fishy for about a month.

Pargo y mucho cocineros.

Turloch with a cold beverage.

Chorro and Fred catching bait.

mmmm...

More from the country south of us

More day to day life living as a surf bum in Mexico. I still have a lot more pictures. This blogging is hard work.

Pre-haircut self portrait.

This dog was really cool and friendly. It wasn't mange, but I'm not sure what happened to her. Well, I petted her and I'm still alive.

Jose, Turloch, and I crossing the lagoon in the lancha.

Chacahua lineup shot.

Burro at the carnival.

Its always funny to see the reactions of little Mexican kids when I show them their photos.

Sunrise, everyday is a dawn patrol when you camp on the beach.

Normal morning, about 550 yrd. rights with about six guys out.

Stacked up.

This is where you kicked out of the wave. You don't want to get caught here.

The view from my tent.

We called this dish grilled drunk cocineros.

Watching the waves.

Chorro snapped his firewire and picked up this sweet stick in Puerto.

Buying a V8 Splash.

Burro has a killer backhand, as you would if you grew up on a right hand point.

Cerveza, Botas, Polvo, y Rodeo

One night Jose told us that there was going to be a big Rodeo in San Jose del Progreso which was the closest sort of town to @#@#$#!. Of course we were down to go. Rodeo, in Mexico, that is like the definition of a good time. So we each put on the only pair of blue jeans we had, and piled in my truck. Now there are a few things that make Mexican rodeos different from Texas rodeos. #1 the riders feet are tide underneath the bull to they don't really fall off but they do get hurt more. #2 The crowd is usually very drunk. #3 And the bull riders are usually even more drunk. This made for a entertaining night. We had such a blast listening to the band, looking at all the pretty girls, and hanging out with our good friend Burro Barracho.

Uncle Keith went to Mexico

Thats right Uncle. A very proud Uncle. Congrats to Scuba and Bebo for bring Presley Ann into this world. Its was about time. I am doing a anchor watch right now off the coast of southern Spain, but I can't wait to get to good ol middle America to see my niece. I am also looking forward to seeing everyone at Katie's wedding. Until then, enjoy the photos.

Thanks for these Yutka.

Panga fishing.

A little one.

Burro on a beautiful left.

The man from the Mangroves!!

Shwacking the lip.

Regalito and Negro. These dogs are hilarious.

Racing one

I can never get enough of taking pictures of cool Mexican dogs.

With or without boos.

These cookies are actually really gross. Go figure.

Looking for a section.

Sitting under the mango tree.

Squinty's barrel ride at the otro lado.

We called these dudes the mescaleros because all they did all day every day was get drunk on mescal. It was sad yet amusing each day as they studied the weather to find the perfect shady place with a good breeze to get off their heads. Oh the life of a retired fisherman.

This guy was only a mescalero for one day. And yes, he was drunk in this photo.

I forget the name of this parrot, but he was very chillen.

Pablo with a splif.

This guy was a crazy hard worker. We would lay around all afternoon and watch these guys work. Vacations are good.