Well sportsfans it's been one hell of a wild and unpredictable ride down here for the past two weeks. After an excellent start to this latest big yellowfin tuna run down here in PV in mid-January, nearly 60 of our friends and family from Tofino, BC descended upon the small village of Punta de Mita & Yelapa for Matt and Sarah's wedding. Things went wild in a hurry.
We found ourselves at Margaritas almost nightly, Hector would line up the tables and tequila shots and only Don Julio knows what happened from there. I do know that we literally kept the lobster divers, snapper fishermen, panga drivers, taco stands, surf taxi's, and tequila delivery drivers unseasonably busy for this time of year.
Each and every night was a journey into margarita fueled madness, and it was usually anyone's guess as to who would wind up in the sand, face down, gurgling a strange concrete mixture of seawater, vomit, and Hector's infamous "Chernobyl" margaritas. We all went down at one point or another, and nick names like "Pee the Bed", "Spider Man", "Beetlejuice", "Honey I'm Sorry", and "It Wasn't Me" were soon to follow.
During the daylight hours, when we were still on the beer and somewhat subdued, we managed to go surfing, motorcrossing, SUPing, and yes, even fishing. Thanks to Herk and Sue on the Frantic Pace for coming through for the bachelor party - it's certainly no easy feat dealing with 12 drunken Canadians while chasing tuna and marlin. And to Lora and Caldo who got us into some awesome inshore action on the panga's.
We eventually made it to Yelapa, where we ramped up our shenanigans to biblical levels, literally taking over an entire boutique hotel and most of the south side of town. Even the beach walking iguana men were cautious after the first few days, and let me tell you after we got a hold of a dozen sling shots things went downhill from there.
While none of us can clearly remember the wedding ceremony, after reviewing the photos it evidently did happen, so a HUGE congratulations are in order to Matt and Sarah Lawson who finally tied the knot in true Canadian style.
I'm not sure if Yelapa will ever be the same. Pedro (the iguana) took some heavy artillery fire from the slingshot brigade. I had to give up some Pelagic shwag in effort to appease the Yelapa mod squad.
Slingshots are now outlawed in Yelapa. I have to take responsibility for that.
Now we're geared up for the next two weeks with the Maximo and the boss and his entourage coming down manana. The water is cold, the weather has been nasty, but who the hell cares. It's Mexico amigos, and as we've proven over, and over again - you just never know.
So stay tuned as we bring you more from south of the border, where luckily they haven't run out of tequila, or the potential for unpredictable adventure just yet.
We found ourselves at Margaritas almost nightly, Hector would line up the tables and tequila shots and only Don Julio knows what happened from there. I do know that we literally kept the lobster divers, snapper fishermen, panga drivers, taco stands, surf taxi's, and tequila delivery drivers unseasonably busy for this time of year.
Each and every night was a journey into margarita fueled madness, and it was usually anyone's guess as to who would wind up in the sand, face down, gurgling a strange concrete mixture of seawater, vomit, and Hector's infamous "Chernobyl" margaritas. We all went down at one point or another, and nick names like "Pee the Bed", "Spider Man", "Beetlejuice", "Honey I'm Sorry", and "It Wasn't Me" were soon to follow.
During the daylight hours, when we were still on the beer and somewhat subdued, we managed to go surfing, motorcrossing, SUPing, and yes, even fishing. Thanks to Herk and Sue on the Frantic Pace for coming through for the bachelor party - it's certainly no easy feat dealing with 12 drunken Canadians while chasing tuna and marlin. And to Lora and Caldo who got us into some awesome inshore action on the panga's.
We eventually made it to Yelapa, where we ramped up our shenanigans to biblical levels, literally taking over an entire boutique hotel and most of the south side of town. Even the beach walking iguana men were cautious after the first few days, and let me tell you after we got a hold of a dozen sling shots things went downhill from there.
While none of us can clearly remember the wedding ceremony, after reviewing the photos it evidently did happen, so a HUGE congratulations are in order to Matt and Sarah Lawson who finally tied the knot in true Canadian style.
I'm not sure if Yelapa will ever be the same. Pedro (the iguana) took some heavy artillery fire from the slingshot brigade. I had to give up some Pelagic shwag in effort to appease the Yelapa mod squad.
Slingshots are now outlawed in Yelapa. I have to take responsibility for that.
Now we're geared up for the next two weeks with the Maximo and the boss and his entourage coming down manana. The water is cold, the weather has been nasty, but who the hell cares. It's Mexico amigos, and as we've proven over, and over again - you just never know.
So stay tuned as we bring you more from south of the border, where luckily they haven't run out of tequila, or the potential for unpredictable adventure just yet.
