JALISCO + MICHOACÁN, MEXICO

Dan and I met in Manzanillo and hitchhiked in the back of a chicken truck down to this surf spot. I'd missed my flight due to the airline stealing my wallet and arrived three hours late.  By sheer coincidence or the Lord or whatever my taxi driver took me to the precise hotel where Dan had chosen to stay. He was on the balcony when I arrived. It was very hot weather during the middle of the day.  We got good waves most of the time. A french man called my courage into attention when I told him I'd just seen a shark swim beneath us. He said there are lots of fish to eat, why do you think yourself to be so important?