I spent most of my youth skateboarding, surfing, and rock climbing in the various places I grew up in. As I grew older I started to wander further and further; until one day I was just jumping on a train and heading across the country. This probably is not normal behavior for a fourteen or fifteen year old kid; but you would have to understand where I was coming from. This tales starts and stops, jumps and falls all over the place. All I ask is that you let me know what you really think about it.
Once he had finished our tour of Pasqualies; he hurried us over to a dinning area with black sand floors and sheets of corrugated metal for the roofing. One side of the structure was open to the road and the other faced the ocean. On the Northern end was a depository. On the southern end were 2 plywood doors with master locks on them. This he proclaimed with a huge grin would be our suite. Before we could say another word he threw us a small key and pointed to the door on the right. Donkey’s only request for payment is that we purchase anything we need from the family that owns the depository. After that he was off and running into the night; as excited as I had seen anyone in a long time.
Chris and I stood looking in amazement at the surf. The size was at least 18-20 foot and closing out all the way across the sandbar. This was one of the heaviest breaks in the world; I had first read about it when I was 10 years old surfing in Florida. All of my years surfing I had talked about the legendary Pasquallies river mouth. I remember the stories of saltwater crocodiles, deadly surf, and land of the lost type settings. Over the next couple of days I would come to find out that all 3 were true character traits of this wonderful place.
After awhile we turned to the door and looked at the key. The suite as we would come to call our room was about 8 foot by 8 foot and was made of planks nailed vertically to other planks acting as cross beams. The roof was the same corrugated metal sheets overlapping. The floor was actually a very solid combination of cinder-blocks and boards; with healthy portions of loose black sand on top. We lit a candle lantern that I had carried in my bag and started to inspect the beds. I took the one closest to the door; I was impressed to notice that it was a real bed with a blanket and some old, but not too tattered sheets. I threw a rain fly over it all and started to settle in.
As I laid there in bed the rain started to pound our small suite and I noticed that the surf was only a few feet from our heads. There was something weird about the room that I could not place, but after a bit my eyes began to adjust and I noticed that there were small crabs clinging to the walls all around us. This was very amusing at first, but as I began to fall asleep I wondered if they would eventually decide to crawl over and snuggle up to my face as I slept. Even with these thoughts in my head I eventually dozed off and enjoyed a great nights rest.
Part 2 Coming Soon
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So far so good .. I’ll keep an eye out for Part 2 .. and don’t worry Eric .. I’ll be honest with ya 
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