Day 131

     Today two Australians showed up although independent of each other and the laughs started and didn’t stop all day. They both are as stereotypical Australian as can be, with long hair, absolutely no cares in the world except surfing and chicas, thick accents, and the most ridiculous stories I have heard so far on this trip. They are going to be staying around for the rest of the week which means jokes for the rest of the week. Life just keeps getting better everyday even when everynight I think the next day can’t possibly top it. One of the guys from OZ is Ryan who has been doing a ten month surf trip starting in Mexico and then slowly coming down the pacific coast surfing all the main spots on the way. Terry is this big ozzy with long brown hair who I call Tarzan for self explanatory reasons. Terry just started his trip and is going to spend the next 8 months or so working his way north to Mexico.

     I think I have mentioned how everytime we walk to the beach we have to take pictures with the locals who are obsessed with A) white guys and B) surfers. We catch people sneakily trying to walk buy taking a quick picture as they pass, the people who pretend to be shooting a picture of a building or tree ten feet in front of us but it isn’t until we walk directly into the frame that the flash goes off and then of course the bold Chileans that just run up and ask for pictures. So take this mentality and now imagine the reaction we get with Ryan who walks down to the beach with his wetsuit put on only to his waist but only pulled up about half way up his butt in the back with nothing on underneath. We walk past groups of about ten 60-70 year old women and just hear hoots of laughter and whistles right after we pass. It’s like clockwork; I get ready for it as we pass every group of women. Ryan plays indifferent which makes it all the better.

     The surfing session went alright but I really want to have one that is just killer that has me walking on air as I go home. They are always fun, and I almost always get at least one good ride but I just want a time out there that is spectacular.

     Day was pretty usual except for a slightly unusually long nap.

     Surfed again at nighttime with Kevin, Mike, Ryan and Terry as well as this new American named Jimmy who is only staying one night before continuing down to Tierra Del Fuego to try and bum a ride on a boat to Antarctica although he has no idea what he is going to do when he gets there.

     For dinner the Chileans cooked up a big asado again with their traditional honeydew melons hollowed out and filled with sweet white wine.