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We camped on a cliff next to a small fisherman’s village above a (potentially) epic right point-break. The S swell never hit like we had hoped, but it sure was an adventure to crave for again.
                      
Ruby summation of our adventure:
“after camping in mexico for three days, being the designated spanish speaker and raw meat handler, encountering the cops, and surviving a flat tire, we all decided to bargain some ponchos and a full blown hammock on the freeway of oncoming traffic in tj on our trek back to the states. we survived. and celebrated. how? BOBA. so after a hyper rampage post boba tea upon our arrival in san diego i had an educational dancing sesh informing all how to accurately dance to shakira’s “africa (waka waka)” song at a gas station. this youngster to my left’s hips did not lie.”
Someday a video will be posted too. :)
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