Nicaragua...or BUST!!!

After a couple of days in Mazatlan hangin' with our buddies Tim and Brad, and their wives, we are on the road again heading south. We actually found a pretty pimpin' spot on the beach in Mazatlan, just down from the boy's hotel, so it was good fun while we were here. A day at the pool sippin' cervezas, and some good reminiscing, and we have had our fill.

The surf is pretty pathetic here in Maz, as it is getting all the way up to 3 feet on big sets, but hovering more around the 1 foot range on most. Thus...south we go for some bigger waves...hopefully!

Going back, the ferry went really well. We met some fun, hard drinkin' truck drivers that do the route between Cuilacan and La Paz, so we decided to join the madness and swill beers as fast as we could with them before disembarking to head to Wal-Mart for the night...luckily Wally World was super close, as we were a little tipsy! The night at Wally's went without incident, and we got a pretty early start to drive the 5 hours from Los Mochis (port town) to Mazatlan.

Along the way, we had a bit of an incident just north of Culiacan when one of the new shocks that we installed FELL OFF! Yes, FELL OFF the rig and started dragging on the ground suspended by the other bolt that was still holding strong. We managed to do a little roadside repair and disassembled the shock. With huge luck, we were only about 5 miles north of Culiacan, and were able to buy and install a new shock for the rest of the journey...yes, we tightened the other one as well, so we should be in good shape. The rest of the journey to Mazatlan went pretty well, minus a passport that blew out the window along the way.

Justin was doing some cleaning at one of our breaks along the journey, and apparently put his passport on the dash so that it wouldn't be in with the trash on the floor. When we recommenced the journey, something blew out, but we didn't figure out what it was until later that night when J had he presence of mind to take a look for the elusive passport. Upon realizing that he couldn't find it, we finally boiled it down to "lost on the side of the road."

Justin was a trooper that night, as he went out with the crew and forgot about the passport. We decided that looking on the side of a freeway in the middle of the night would be less fortuitous than waiting until the morning to head back and see if we could come across it in the rubble.

Luck would have it that he found it upon returning to the rig that night in his pillow case, where he had placed it the night before using drunk logic...

That is all for now. More later.

Nick