Last year me and Nick shared a tube together, I went left and Nick went right, both barreling the perfect indonesian wave. It was soo insane, still can’t believe it. Since than we are tube-brothers.

This year we shared a book together. Maybe not as intriguing, but now we are book-brothers too!

Nick our good friend from home joined us on our mission down south to shoot these amazing properties. He’s been working as a pro property photographer in Sweden, so when he wanted to join we saiid oh yes! But he’s still jet lagged, and Linn is so tired so both of them have been sleeping so loong. And now the wind is onshore. But man the breakfast was amazingly good. And the feeling of waking up in this house, with the waves just out front.

Can’t really describe it.

We were worried if we would get to Las Flores before dark, it’s soo far out in nowhere just next to the Nicaraguan border. Luckily we arrived just in time to spend and hour or so enjoying the afternoon light. And the place we’re staying at, Vista Las Olas, woow it’s amazing. We hanged in the pool until sunset, so worth another full day of traveling!

When we got back to El Tunco, after a very expensive taxi trip since no chicken bus was running, we met up with Nick and had some fish tacos/burritos at our favorite place and then the transport Nick had booked arrived; a mini bus with a very sleepy driver.. I was afraid he was gonna fall a sleep and didn’t stop look at him, Petter on the other hand folded back his chair and fell a sleep. Drove though half of El Salvador to the little place El Cuco outside of San Miguel, the place did not disappoint us.

This was a tricky wave, if you where lucky enough to avoid hitiing a rock in the fall, you still had a supper strong current taking you strait towards a cliff wall with giant waves smashing against it.  Not our cup of tea.

Going to Mizata from El Tunco was suppose to be an easy thing. 30 minutes on a chicken bus and buses were gonna leave every hour according to the mighty Lonely Planet book. Well, so wasn’t the case. We waited and waited.. And then the right bus passed us. The locals said, oh sorry now you have to wait to tomorrow.. And then the right bus suddenly came! Filled with school kids who help us pack all our stuffs in. Had to change bus in a small town before we got to Mizata and by then it was getting dark. Happy we made it, though it took almost three hours!