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Somewhere, Mexico.
Bang ! A first shot rings out, people run, and push each other in front of the door. A lady in a blue dress, pushed by an other, and followed by a cop, enter rashly.
Sampling a tacos still dripping with guacamole, I look at the scene without turning a hair. My acolytes: Maxime Houyvet, the photographer, Manu, Carine windsurfer tripper and their 3-year-old daughter Lou remain just as stoical as I do.
Intrigued by this sudden hubbub, I look away for two seconds, no longer concentrating on my tacos, and discover people in the restaurant laying down on the ground. Now it’s time to react!
Welcome! This is our second day in the depths of Mexico. We landed here after hours of searches on maps, swells, wind, on the look-out for the slightest indication, an unpublished trip, on the discovery for spots on the Pacific Coast.
Manu was in touch with Carlos, a local surfer, who spoke about incredible waves ruined each afternoon by a very strong wind, (it’s often the indication which clicked in our heads).
And here we are, one month later in full action…
