The other day, a friend asked me not to smoke a joint because he was about to go to the airport since he would have to pass through security and “didn’t want to smell like weed”. I agreed, he was nice about it, after all. I said that I understood. Inside, I giggled to myself thinking back on all the weird experiences on the road as a young traveling surfer…
My first solo surf trip happened when I was in living Boulder, Colorado and was craving some surf when an opportunity arose to go down to Nicaragua for a week. Flights were cheap, a room with a/c was only $20 a night in a cool spot called the Melting Elefante, just down the beach from Popoyo. The house looked more like a mushroom than an elephant. The owner later told me he designed the house with Play-Doh when he was on mushrooms, it was a perfect fit. This must have been around 2010, he had finished it some years prior, things were starting to change but the area was still very quiet.
Source: https://www.surfer.com/culture/when-the-edibles-hit-too-hard-the-mishaps-of-a-young-traveling-surfer